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Tekster: Dispatch. Silent Steeples. Questioned Apocalypse.


I went down to the drug store to check my head against
the bright light but she caught me from behind
and though I did not know and though I did not care
I could not tell that I was blind to think my world a bubble
and to think that my brother's was too
and that she had come
to shatter all that I knew
so I straightened up my back and I cry
do what you must do

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take me now before I change my mind
take me now before I lose my mind
so I headed to the deep, deep forest
to catch my earnings
but my earnings were all up

my brother looks up at the sky and says
why have you poisoned my brother's cup
and I say don't you worry boy
cause the woman who came for me
will surely show you your bliss
for she holds the answers to all your fears she
questions the apocalypse

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