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People
Are in the fields weeping
A steeple
An obstacle you're keeping
Secret
A subject not to others
Context
An index to your mothers
Womb tomb chamber
Hollow shallow danger
You’re falling down, down, down
Wont you come around
Tainted
An unspoken language
And ain't it
A superficial bandage
To be far away from our brothers
To see the blemishes of others
Womb tomb chamber
Hollow shallow danger
You’re falling down, down, down
Won’t you come around
You’re falling down, down, down
Won’t you come around
You’re falling down, down, down
Won’t you come around
You’re falling down, down, down
Won’t you come around
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