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[paranoid____sex]

Hurled to the center of the Earth again,
The place where it's hot, love,
You know, it hurts to breathe in,
And the watershed you balance on is begging it,
Well did he ever know,
Will he ever know?

The trees in the moonshine are a dark lattice,
So you catalog in the angle you notice,
In a vacuum you are charged to record this,
So you won't make it

Comments

[any_kind_is_ok]

thats my favorite song on that cd.

[paranoid____sex]

i hadn't ever listened to it before until last night and i was like whoaaa.