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Empty your half in mine Wait on, erase time There's bound to be too many (?Crawl to numb her seperate womb?) In chambers calm yourself out first They all break out And they all break out Seem to wish I'd a revolver, We move away from God There was a place to drive There was a place to drive All along that day

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