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If I told you what it is I want like you ask I tell, would it matter much? Matter at all? You forget over and over we've ever had this talk so if open up, spill my lair for you, how I am I to find the confidence in spite of the fear? And I ask you to give me a hand. Explain what it is that will satisfy. You agree to air. Close your eager eyes. Wake. And forget. Until it happens again. Every single bed time. Til I hit the grave. Pinpoint. Comet style. Crush the earth. Leave a bitter hole. Never quite sure if I'm hurting myself or hurting someone else.
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Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
The Sulfur Cross| 8. Bed Time
If I told you what it is I want like you ask I tell, would it matter much? Matter at all? You forget over and over we've ever had this talk so if open up, spill my lair for you, how I am I to find the confidence in spite of the fear? And I ask you to give me a hand. Explain what it is that will satisfy. You agree to air. Close your eager eyes. Wake. And forget. Until it happens again. Every single bed time. Til I hit the grave. Pinpoint. Comet style. Crush the earth. Leave a bitter hole. Never quite sure if I'm hurting myself or hurting someone else.
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Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
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