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It would be

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
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matthewkirn
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Nov 12, 2011
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