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03.05.2020

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#1------- For hours I talk to you but all you do is resonate For whatever reasons I have drilled a hole in you and now i'm pouring lemonade Though you shine after hours of polishing my mind ------- Give me that hacksaw, please so i can saw off your head reach me the sandpaper some moonlight and blow the roof off the woodshed #2------- For days I haven't heard the church bell that mighty copper moon For days I haven't heard the voice of god though feeding you moonshine with a teespoon Though you shine after hours of polishing my mind Though you make my frame of mind like metals interwined ------- #3------- For years you haven't disintigrated but now I sence erupted rust For years you haven't replied my prayers and I'm aging with mistrust #repeat
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