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Jan 2015
Tell me, oh tell me
For I lust I must know
Why does my heart beat
And why does the wind blow

Processes keep repeat
monotony set on track
Dawn cracks stand *****,
To sleep again we drift back

I cannot see the grand makers hand
All I can know are his sheep and his land
The body is in motion the face shadowed and veiled
Try and try to understand our explanations failed
Adam Jones
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Adam Jones  Bumfuck, Misery
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