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outside
02:40
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I see you walking down the road
I watch you bury what you own
and I want to shield my eyes
I want to leave outside
I see you walking down the road
And if you'd like you can run
but you will lead us on a hunt
where all roads don't lead to home
they leave you all alone
and if you'd like you can run
Those men don't work for you
They work for what you do
I see you walking down the road
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street sweeping
02:38
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I want to turn back the clock for you
I want to bury all the thing I put you through
but I can't hide the truth
Burning bridges is our favorite past time
In the city built on moving ground
The two of us we are a dead end street
I always knew I had to turn around
Dirty lace in your pick up truck
the silver lining on your pewter cup is getting old
my venoms moving slow
Burning bridges is our favorite past time
In the city built on moving ground
The two of us we are a dead end street
I always knew I had to turn around
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p.s.
01:25
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I heard a dead sound, living in a junk treasury
I felt a dull ache, stumbling back a century
Its you, Its better than you
I burn my lungs down, to make them look like the air I breathe
I thin my blood out, to make room for what is killing me
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4. |
maker
02:27
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I wanna turn, i wanna turn around and walk away
I want to dig a hole and bury you deeper than the setting sun
I wanna run, I wanna run away
I want cut your seed out of my blood and siphon you out of my veins
ghost of my maker, leave me alone
my spirit cannot be your home
your crooked hands laid out the path you set me on.
they are a vision of a vision of a vision of a broken man
ghost of my maker, leave me alone
my spirit cannot be your home
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living wake
03:20
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death waits in the living rooms you walk
white walls for the living wake you caused
I'd wait for hours to stray, I hate the sight of this faith
I wan't to bury my own so I can rest in their place
death waits in the living rooms you walk
white walls for the living wake you caused
Here where the light never stays, I watch the lines take their place
I want to bury my own so life can end with some grace
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four and four
01:20
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Don't look to the full moon
bury it in the dirt
thank the graceless hands of non-existent gods it is gone
and hide like a rat each time it returns
stop playing dead with yourself
and tracing your right arm
four and four, by and by, four and four
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Healers Oakland, California
Healers is a Post-Punk band from Oakland, CA comprised of Mikey Meadows, Gloria Ines and Neko Wortham.
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ps its healers not "the healers"
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