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Dirt on Fire
SenorSin

It's like God forgot to make me out of clay
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and despite the futility of it all
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There's some comfort in it
 3
 
 
In bad habbits
 4
In reality's dreams
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That it's all taken care of by a larger than  life undertaker
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We bleed stardust like rain from dark storm clouds,
 7
 
 
into the seas again
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mm-pa, mm-pa, mm-pa-pa

3 Apr 09


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