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Corks of bottled pasts are popping, Fury trains are slowing... Stopping. Recognise the ifs, the buts, The wings, the ruts, The shadows hopping. Corks of bottled pasts are popping, I'm a fury train and I need stopping. Tinted blood, Liver sopping, Fetch a bucket, It needs mopping. Steam-rage bursts from veins and ears, Peace erupts and all he hears? "You've ****** me up for years and years," "For years and years and years and years!" [Where is home?] [Where is home?] [Where is home?] [Where is home?] Not here, So I'll destroy everything that you own. "Restrain her!" "Restrain her!" Corks of bottled pasts are popping, Fury trains are slowing... Stopping. Recognise the ifs, the buts, The wings, the ruts, The shadows hopping. Boiling rows, And dripping mouths, And pools of vows That now need mopping.
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Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 8:41 PM UTC
FURY TRAINS.
Corks of bottled pasts are popping, Fury trains are slowing... Stopping. Recognise the ifs, the buts, The wings, the ruts, The shadows hopping. Corks of bottled pasts are popping, I'm a fury train and I need stopping. Tinted blood, Liver sopping, Fetch a bucket, It needs mopping. Steam-rage bursts from veins and ears, Peace erupts and all he hears? "You've ****** me up for years and years," "For years and years and years and years!" [Where is home?] [Where is home?] [Where is home?] [Where is home?] Not here, So I'll destroy everything that you own. "Restrain her!" "Restrain her!" Corks of bottled pasts are popping, Fury trains are slowing... Stopping. Recognise the ifs, the buts, The wings, the ruts, The shadows hopping. Boiling rows, And dripping mouths, And pools of vows That now need mopping.
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erhd-rowes
English
Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 8:41 PM UTC
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