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Nightmares die |
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When I turn their heads to the sand |
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And the pain will restore |
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by kiss of death |
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but love wanted more |
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To kill itself |
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As I kissed you |
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The southern skies |
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Majestic weight feeds the dust |
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of this place, a memory in a photograph |
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And then, I lick the wounds and plead insane again |
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After the service I |
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Resigned to home |
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And I kissed you |
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And I kissed you |
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And the silence I take |
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To this ravine |
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Is building up speed |
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nearing the end |
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What keeps the world sane? |
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Tell me sometime |
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Muzzle to muzzle to sacrifice |
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My anger turns to a river crawls hungry, hungry |
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A mountain ravine is no real divide |
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Appeared at my desk nursing your yellow fever |
