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I need a remedy of diesel and dust
Something I taste with the things I can trust
Another high, more potent than lust
Eating and repeating
Like the working of rust and time
I woke to the sound and the rhythm of rain,
Dancing down on the window pane
Comatose. Eyes half closed
Arms wrapped up with the wounds all sewn
I'm froze from head to toe
Clenched the jaw,
Then felt my body
Roll over slow
I must live to know
Healing takes some time
So no, no regrets, no looking back on sinking ships
So, I'll strip the gauze for a rational self-analysis
I'm down, cut and bound
Counting scars and counting blessings loud
So loud
I must live to know that time alone is always
Healing as long as there's a bleeding
No regrets or falling fits
I'll strip the gauze and bleed it
There's no worry
Its only a simple theory
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