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Sand In Your Mouth

Its over and over well done Blown bridges over blood vessels we've sunken Hieroglyphics elaborate on our wedding tomb, we yearn And like so many before, ashen lips bedeck our urn There's no love lost between our petrified hearts In separate spells we've cast our parts And so this dry necromancy has ran a four course Desert anyone? Blind these eyes to our own faults, devour the corpse -------------- Yes, I'm back! Desert is spelled like that on purpose ;D

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