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You never know if you care till it's gone far away I saw blisters on a man's fingers, from a rock today Lets hold it, then mold it, till there's nothing left but clay. So strong you pierce anothers hands, I will kiss you and hug you and make you comply with my demands Eventually I coat you in sand I wrap you in your blankie, Leave you out on the sun baked land and there I stand Time to go, I dunno, where the silver path ends does it show? does time slow? The way is something you can't know
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