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i’ve fastened a box filled it with straw for god to live in my heart |
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borrow a hammer and scrounge some nails beat your heart into a crooked jail |
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we were both praying for rain to fall down one to cleanse and one to drown |
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this is my hill west of the house where i'm never wanted until i run out |
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i'd turn around but the way i came is littered with mistakes every rand mcnally in the backseat led to heartache |
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raze the whole structure reduce it to splinters |
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the first time i died i carried the ashes to the river in an old tin can |
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not much here to hold too much to let go |
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i cut myself to know that i can heal |
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