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With your mind and body gone
You will feel the light inside at once
So will you let me know if you find got
We're both born of broken homes

Spending holidays alone
We were passing out waiting for your call
I asked my father for a loan
He told me "its your problem, son"

Memory fades and the body rots
The maggots eat what the rest will not
I had my fill of the antidote
I stuck my fingers down my throat

My mother wants me to find god
And the father wants me to read the psalms
Drops of water at the split
Something happened to the kid



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Writer(s): Molly Drag
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