| Ink into tattoo, it’s your favorite, it’s your birthday.
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| The baby smokes. |
| Didn’t need it. |
| Cut to pieces.
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| A second chance you bought and hope to try to beat it.
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| Because I dance like the desert wouldn’t it.
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| Face down with a little resign and proper.
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| And drinks the sacrament of.
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| She’s waits weeks waking in the nursery.
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| A sunshine hospital veteran.
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| And the delivery of a brand new burning baby.
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| Home is where the heart lies.
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| A lot of love, but we need it.
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| Pray we keep it.
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| A faded daze, let the science be the secret.
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| The body craves and we behave and then repeat it.
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| Be not afraid, you’re only buried as you leave it.
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| Face down with a little resign and proper.
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| And drinks the sacrament of She’s waits weeks waking in the nursery.
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| A sunshine hospital veteran.
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| And the delivery of a brand new burning baby.
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| Home is where the heart lies.
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| Face down with a little resign and proper.
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| And drinks the sacrament of She’s waits weeks waking in the nursery.
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| A sunshine hospital veteran.
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| And the delivery of a brand new burning baby.
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| Home is where the heart lies.
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| Home is where the heart lies. |