Drums

 

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please get out of my head–head i wish that it was already dead–dead my hair is sloppy and bleeding–and bleeding my heartaches are already feeding–and feeding terror begins at the waist–the waist carvings start at the face–the face paint me a picture of you–of you rapture scented depth of two–of two two to eventually be one–one? is this race already run?

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