Brush the dirt off our knees, there's plenty where we're going. Dunk your head with me and be born again into this spectrum of dust and delirium. With my head full of bottle caps and bones and your fist full of candy wrappers and stones, together we're only half of one whole. Dozens of states separate our fingernails and millions of miles divide our eyelashes. We are continuing to keep away from our hideouts and stashes just for the purpose of saving ourselves from painful bashes.
I'm still losing, but still not lost.
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hey i was just listening to the song from your title today, it's a good one.
It is good.
Different from their earlier stuff but good.
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