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Buring From Inside

Running without aim

Through the razor weeds

That only reach my knees

And when I'm lying in the grey sleep

I don't know how to walk the boards

I open my eyes, and look at the floor

And now I don't see you anymore

There is no choice, we make the point

To counteract a threatening hand

Close my hold

As we near the atmosphere


Buring From Inside / Bauhaus

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