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Tug at it tightly
pull away the pardoning
of a joke that bred the bitter boys
Loosen my noose love
and bargain a truce, love
I will trade the gold for fur
Wanderlust, I've known you
when we once were us
Now all i have left of this are
Fists full of rust
So I'll take it and I'll break it over dead dirt
I just don't wanna carry the hurt
from you to the new that I find
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