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Apr 26, 2006 18:45

i don't know
i don't know about crashed cars and cigarettes
i don't know about the hole your digging
when you fall in
don't look at me.
when they grab you and hold you down.
and cover you up with dirt.
don't look at me.
we took a few so you could go and die.
or become as good as dead.
or as good as gold
i don't know.
your mixed up in the ground.
the deldrums of your life.
you had us going for a while there.
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