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As they laid |
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my bones down at the crossroads, I saw my ghost |
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sell my soul to the inferno for petrol to get home. |
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Now each day |
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I sink a bit faster into my father's fate. |
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Four packs a day. Four decades straight. |
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Right to an unmarked grave. |
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I used to think it would sleep [x3] |
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As I laid |
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My cross down at the bones beneath my feet |
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She came. The face of a saint. The voice of a symphony. |
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She says "The future will be devoid of weaknesses." |
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Free cigarettes for all the kids to make small skeletons. |
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I used to think it would sleep [x3] |
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I used to think as I aged with time that it would shut it's eyes and just let me be. |
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Then I'd seen it's designs to kill and hide deceitfully inside my skin. |
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I've been hunting it ever since. |
