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Nov 2011
If I could
I would
Sail to the end of the earth

And I
I would
Never step foot on an ounce of dirt

For what it's worth
You were the birth of my soul
I don't know
No control, got nothing left but hopes

I know
I've got  
No plans tonight

If you're alive
won't you stop this
Make it right

If I could
I would
Stop the earth

Stop motion
Figure 8
The tapes stuck in reverse

It would be something new
It would be Something burned
I learned we take turns
To turn back into dirt
Written by
matthewkirn
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