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Vundabar
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Harvest
There's nothing that's poetic about a bedsore Stasis is damage I cleaned the bowl of fruit I brought It sat till it turned to food for flies See how they dine on trials awry
But later I came over The house smelt heavy You said to me
I don't ever wanna be Contest, harvest Let me rot in the field, set the seed I don't ever wanna be Contest, harvest Let the moss, let it grow over me
You brought that dog up, could you put it down? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You found out Too much to hear so ear gave in Then on the following Sunday the devil rose out But he came back He dresses like a businessman
But you were When you were younger Did you find what you were offered?
I don't ever wanna be Contest, harvest Let me rot in the field, set the seed I don't ever wanna be Contest, harvest Let me rot in the field, set the seed
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