| All the remains of our cadaver of days,
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| I keep hidden away, keep them there just in case.
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| I wanna visit that place,
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| blow the dust from the bones
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| off a body of years that I leave all alone.
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| Just a body of years,
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| see the skin disappears
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| and the blood turns to stone
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| and the body of years now a pile of bones.
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| Like a sheet of veneer
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| each a piece of my soul.
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| It’s a body of years that I leave all alone.
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| Just a body of years, now a pile of bones.
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| You knoww.
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| Ohhh
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| …falls down.
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| can’t stop trippin’on these.
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| … go down…
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| get back up and get my foot in the door,
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| and my face on the page
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| make my mark in the world
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| with a bag and a blade.
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| IT’s a body of work that you can’t ever change
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| like a body of years that you take to your grave.
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| It’s just a body of years that I leave all alone.
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| It’s just a body of years, now a pile of bones.
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| Like a sheet of veneer,
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| now a piece of my soul.
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| Ohh…
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| …falls down…
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| can’t stop trippin’on these.
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| ohhh.
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| …go down.
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| Ohhh…
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| sdjdf. |
| can’t stop tripping on these.
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| It’s just a body of years that I leave all alone,
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| it’s just a pile of years, now a pile of bones.
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| Like a sheet of veneer,
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| each a piece of my soul.
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| Like a pile of shit I can’t seem to forget?
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| Just a body of years that I leave all alone.
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| Tell, tell, diary pages.
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| Their own… |