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Jagged Leaves
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Sewn in the Seam
In this Winter holocaust
We warm ourselves round a burning cross
There's no escaping
But I still try
Sink into the couch
Pretend I died
You've been letting yourself go
You grasp for nothing
It's all you hold
A bottle of weed and a bag of ash
You want for nothing except pure land
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