| Her eyes were like nothing
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| Her stumbling legs would barely keep beneath her
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| Just waiting for the Reaper to release her
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| Today she hadn’t tasted nothing to speak of
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| Yesterday she had a slice of pizza
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| Liquids had turned to solids on her t-shirt
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| The type perhaps a scientist could research
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| Been weeks and months since anyone could reach her
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| Tics ago on the clock her whole esophagus was choking on a cock that didn’t
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| tease her
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| To cop the anesthesia
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| A mother once beside herself with worry now would wander right beside her none
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| the wiser
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| She didn’t recognize her
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| Her promise famished in a family where there weren’t no providers
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| There weren’t no survivors
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| Calamity too heinous to believe
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| Her cavity was so contaminated with disease
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| You couldn’t hope to clean it with entire summer weeks
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| Much less a Summer’s Eve
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| ALL YOU
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| ALL OF YOU
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| Could almost vomit from the stench
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| The rotting of the flesh
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| The last occasion that she had been anybody’s guest
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| Was anybody’s guess
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| Her mind was way to whittled to be riddled with regret
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| It teetered on the edge
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| No direction that required any steps
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| No director to yell «quiet on the set»
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| No price was on her head
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| No one was racked with grief or feeling loss
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| If there isn’t anyone that’s looking for you are you even lost?
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| No friends had been as solid as the concrete she was on
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| So was she even off?
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| At times she’s in no mood to make no movements on her own accord
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| Police would then accost
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| You haven’t seen a more afflicted corpse
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| Since Christ’s crucifixion on the cross
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| ALL YOU
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| ALL OF YOU
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| I haven’t seen her in a stretch
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| I wonder if she rests
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| I wonder if the demons that had haunted her in her life, would haunt her in her
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| death
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| There was not a missing persons file on anybody’s desk
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| The topic hadn’t made anybody’s docket
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| The change she needed more than what could jingle in your pocket
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| Or had she been a prophet?
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| A saint who withstood pain that wouldn’t lessen
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| Who’s life had been so I could learn a lesson
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| That even those that get high and just say «F it»
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| Can die and go to heaven
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| And who was I for questioning her ethics?
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| Should I be ashamed I never made the effort
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| Or took the time for taking her to breakfast
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| Or to the Fertile Crescent
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| Woebegone that I never heard her message
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| Before she’d gone returning to her essence |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Echoes , by - Homeboy Sandman. Song from the album White Sands, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп