Count the Loss
If I had to know
Where everything goes.
I'd put 'em in a box of dirt,
Watch the flowers grow from the hurt.
I'll count the loss
Then i'll be gone.
Free in
My own scene.
I tripped along my path
And I've learned how to do the math The souls how they barely survive
The garments
Shining through the night.
I'll count the loss
Then I'll be gone.
Free in
My own scene.
Where everything goes.
I'd put 'em in a box of dirt,
Watch the flowers grow from the hurt.
I'll count the loss
Then i'll be gone.
Free in
My own scene.
I tripped along my path
And I've learned how to do the math The souls how they barely survive
The garments
Shining through the night.
I'll count the loss
Then I'll be gone.
Free in
My own scene.
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