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it's kind of funny 
how time walks away
i don't feel like 
saying grace today
everything hurts 
much more then they say
tuesdays no longer 
remember your smile
scars are the souvenirs 
of the loneliest child
the memory itself 
writes you away

i don't wanna be here anymore
my hearts felt the dust
no i don't wanna be here anymore
sail on sooth sayer, sail

it's like sometimes you can't win
but then again i feel like 
i could never really fail
through the mirror 
i image an image pale
restricted for commerce
like a prostitute 
trying to make the proper sell
here we are behold unearthed
true to the soul, 
spirit, body and mind
it's kind of crazy
how you can capture more momentum
starting up from the bottom
being beaten and coming up 
from the land down under
may the perpetrators be kissed briefly
slaughtered later
love letters from a bastard 
to kind of a raped mother
grab the extinction cord
i already duck taped the other
the youngest of nine children
last man standing
out in the wonderland withering
see the ocean set apart from the sea
relax the your head darling 
and come hither

i don't wanna be here anymore
my hearts felt the dust
no i don't wanna be here anymore
sail on sooth sayer, sail

she said
i don't understand 
your goodbye
questions, 
all these questions
why, why, oh why
I told her i said,
every thing's rhetorical
despite you and I

stars burn
in the sleepless sky
as the candles dim
and night falls alive
between you and I
and it shines so bright
that i can't see a thing
but sometimes
i see it all

i've been used 
to losing touch
but i'm kind of wish 
too far gone
a shooting star
one miracle away 
from being
exactly who you are
the rain dabbles
in the face of the sun
and sometimes life
is all heat and no fun

but sometimes
you have to say goodbye
to where you're coming from
and kindly walk away
to a better day

and just like that
she went into the dark
she sang out, 
i got seizures to spark
and true life
it's some kind of bizarre
she put the needle in her arm
and sang out
never mind who you are
never mind who your are
I don't give a Fck who you are
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