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little creeper in the shade under my brain
in caterpillars hundredth eye under mushroom clouds in the rain, child
i wrote your name in sparrows blood upon your madhouse wall
i drug my belly cross the river bed of skulls
to sing ya'll a song that crawls
that song that crawls
aw, that song that crawls
when i spoke your name out loud again,
i wondered when
you'd bring the rain back to me?
i'm wondering
had we ever really lived at all?
when they closed the coffin lid on
the tombstone king...pierce my eyelids again
aw,that song that crawls
aw,that song that crawls
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