I Can Bury This Cure
A Place We Both Know
Broke We Are So You're
The Burden I Must Stow
With Black Under My Nails
From The Shovel And The Dirt
Turn Us Back To School Tales
Wash The Stains From The Shirt
Why Must You Know The Truth
When Its Something You Disown
Alas, Our Plot Is Now Lost
For New Grass Has Overgrown
CK
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