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Hot Water Music |
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Caution |
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Remedy |
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I need a remedy of diesel and dust |
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something i can taste with a fix i can trust |
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antoher high more potent then lust |
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eating and repeating |
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like the working of rust and time |
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i woke to the sound and the rhythm of rain |
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dancing down the window pain |
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comatose. eyes half closed |
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arms wrapped up with the wounds all sewn |
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i froze from head to toe |
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clenched the jaw |
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then felt my body roll over slow |
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I must live to know that healing takes some time |
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so no regrets. and no looking back to sinking ships |
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ill strip the gauze for a ration self analysis |
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im down cut and bound |
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counting scars and counting blessings loud |
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so loud |
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i must live to know that time alone is always |
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healing as long as theres bleeding |
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no regrets or falling fits |
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ill strip the gauze and bleed it |
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theres no worry |
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its only a simple theory |
