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In the words of a pretty little blonde-haired girl who is uninformed and cruel, there's a truth one ignores, but one's mind is a whore and I have held it and lust was a hammer. And our place, it is never to possess, but to revere and venture on and our eyes, they were built for wandering, but our skeletons are strong and our consciences are wrong. In the brains of an ugly little green-eyed man who will ask but does not need there's a key to your demise and an adversary's lies but I have swum it and sex is a river. Maybe a lover will break from breaking his heart, honing his feelings, the stop and restart. I'd never suffered so much, I'd never been so free, I only ask that you do not close my eyes and cover me. And our place, it is never to hold on to what is slipping from our hand and flowers, they were built for withering, but each finger will do what it can as what we beg for slips from our hand.

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from Dead Animals, released July 18, 2009
Brooks - bass guitar, acoustic guitars, vocals
Landon Strause - drums

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