November
Sunday 31 August 2008 photo 1/1
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The eyes in the trees, the forebodding path
the turn of the head, i can hear it laugh
it says "hang em now", it says "hang em high"
when you are done, then hail to the sky
Ive been taught to get the fuck up
to dust myself off, and to go it again
The ghosts in my mind, they're one of a kind
they tell me what to do, and its shut down you.
it says "hang em now", it says "hang em high"
when you are done, then hail to the sky
Ive been taught to get the fuck up
to dust myself off, and to go it again
The ghosts in my mind, they're one of a kind
they tell me what to do, and its shut down you.
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