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The moon hangs like the blade of an axe tonight,and it's poised to drop sometime soon enough on this dump truck where |
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I lie mixed up with the morning's trash. |
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There's a piece of glass sticking in my back and tar covering my mouth. |
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But it's okay cause |
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I'm still breathing and my hands are free of the heap. |
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And I think that |
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I see that big blade falling. |
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And I think that |
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I see that big blade coming. |
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And the pressure is getting to me and the waste in which |
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I sit is just lurking beside me. |
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And I can't tell if it's me or the meat that's rotting. |
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I'm gonna have to give up sometime soon. |
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But it's okay cause |
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I'm still breathing and my hands are free of the heap. |
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And I think that |
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I see that big blade falling. |
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And I think that |
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I see that big blade coming. |
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You can watch me disappear. |
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You can watch me. |
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All I'm losing is me. |
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And I think that |
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I see that big blade falling. |
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And I think that |
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I see that big blade coming to slice open a great canyon through the earth so you can watch me disappear. |
