| With ticking womb of wedlock
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| Soaking blood through a dogwood lung
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| The unhinged cull of oxygen
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| How have I been stuck here for so long?
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| Drained out a tunnel in an albatross
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| Now I’m haunted by the bird
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| Her hounds left tracks on my breath
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| Until I had no more air left
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| Selling out an old soul for sales
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| I am caught up in the guilt
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| Making a living off of drowning
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| Leaves me one step in the wrong
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| Have I been stuck here for so long?
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| With broken works on love loss
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| Collecting earth from ground alone
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| On my soft slide into torch songs
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| How have I been stuck here for so long?
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| Have I been stuck here for so long?
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| Have I been stuck here for so long?
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| The winding love of life lost
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| No longer haunted by the thought
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| That every mark I make on emeralds are now
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| One step in the wrong
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| One step in the wrong
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| One step in the wrong
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| I’m alright, it’s time I moved on |