Pale child that was left behind haunts me endlessly
I
There are spiders on the flowers
In the corner of the
Yesterday is a corpse that you know
don't ya?
tomorrow knows this
Evil friend
Ah ha, evil friend
Evil friend
Ah ha, evil friend
It never
I have seen that shadow in the meadow
and I have
Baby, I'm pale and still
My blood's all run down the
floating on a casket down the Mississippi
throwing shadows cross the
you know the strange television you watch
the one that you
We were only dying inside the fire
I raise my eyes
Revelation fall around your sunday dress
The soul of a smoldering
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