Find It of Use
Find it of use,
I'll find it of use.
Cry at the news,
Like it's the moon.
Of a dream
I'm told so.
Bury your body there,
Don't listen to what I have said,
Ain't no mind, no.
Birds cracking out the clue,
Whisper me that why don't you.
Get buried, buried,
Ten more long breaths,
I go incepts, make sure to make love.
Is buried, buried,
Get the car keys,
Although you know it might just kill you.
I'll find it of use.
Cry at the news,
Like it's the moon.
Of a dream
I'm told so.
Bury your body there,
Don't listen to what I have said,
Ain't no mind, no.
Birds cracking out the clue,
Whisper me that why don't you.
Get buried, buried,
Ten more long breaths,
I go incepts, make sure to make love.
Is buried, buried,
Get the car keys,
Although you know it might just kill you.
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Writer(s): Elisabeth Ann Ellison, Matthew James Rafferty, Cameron Forrest Spies, Ashley Patricia King, Randy David Bemrose
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