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Dustmite
Carrying a load all over town Like it was a special gift that could help me to drown, And help my fears to come true. Holding my heart contained in a cell Where all desires always fail to sell The dream of hope to myself. Falling like a stone writ with the blood I know Cracked as my hands forget how to hold All the promises I stole. The body dressed in black Feigning the attention. Never was this a matter of trust Look elsewhere if you must. Carrying a stone all over town Like it was a special gift that could help me to drown, And help my blood begin to flow. The body dressed in black Feigning the attention. Never was this a matter of trust See how the body rests in dust. The body dressed in black Feigning the attention. Never was this a matter of trust Look elsewhere if you must.
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