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all my limbs are lead
they sleep in concrete boxes as beds
surfing on the river of styx
i’ve come to grips that maybe i could get away if i didn’t try

i kept you locked inside my wrist
i was selfish
i kept you locked inside my wrist

all my sins are sad
i was a vulture laughing at kids, before i made
a bet with the devil, i came to god with a plea
let’s put our two heads together and make a man out of me, and he said

“i’m all strung out on miracles”
“choking on mounds of marigolds”

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