Dig me a hole and bury, bury me down
I said
Four o'clock and the doors are lockedThe boys come out
Everywhere I go.I find birthpills in the bathroom.Part of the
The map has gone
It's burning in the afternoon
The smell's so
These sore red eyes explore the room again
The signed pictures
Bass Drum. . . war symbol, move me on with
Of course i'm full of secretsAcres of painHow'm i gonna
Once upon a time thereWas a girl whoHad a room
Where do you ever find the time to dreamThose necessary
We share a common destination
Each person has their time to
Oh my fingers won't tapOr stay still in my lapI'm
Well this could be my only chanceFor everlasting innocenceEvery cell
People die, statistics lieA waste of life and people breaking
Don't look behind you, you know it's so much kinder
Don't
And the man was rightI only saw the treesAnd the
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