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Feb 21
I still got the wars stuck in my throat
Gotta dig,
dig into it like a trench.

Dig for victory
They told us all
Ain’t really diggin nothin’ but graves.

My secret cry
No one heard
No one knew

My secret cry
No one heard
No one knew

I wanted to go home.

All of the bits
that couldn’t be said

I’ll sing em instead
I’ll sing em instead

All of the letters
that couldn’t be read

I’ll sing em instead
I’ll sing em instead

All of the tears
That were secretly shed

I’ll sing em instead
I’ll sing em instead

I’ll pull on
my boots
again in the morning.
Chicken
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Chicken
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