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Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head And as I
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head And as I climb into an empty bed Oh well. Enough said. I know its over - still I cling I dont know...

I was trapped under concrete Built from the memory Of all the
I was trapped under concrete Built from the memory Of all the daydreams That I buried underneath Now find me a way to divide All of the noise on the ...

I had a high school friend, he liked to hunt muskrats and
I had a high school friend, he liked to hunt muskrats and rabbits And he liked to draw and he liked to listen to Ian Gillan with Black Sabbath But one...