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Michael Pitt "Death To Birth" ----------------------------------------------
amiMade too many of 'em, Etoo little, too lay, Fshould I lie under, gstill in the door, or walk around again? a furt dokola
One last song I'll write, why don't get along my eyes feel lonely why don't they shine? I find the film of a cell, as I touch my tears smells the taste, full of waste but feel the others and smother each other then let them plucker the cell sugar sweat weather, goes through our trees, swims through our seas, flies to the last gasp left on this earth. It's a long ... lonely journey ... from death to birth It's a long ... lonely journey ... from death to birth It's a long ... lonely journey ... from death to birth Oh, it's a long ... lonely journey ... from death to ... birth Should I die again? should I die around the pounds of matter wailing from space? I know I'll never know until I come face to faith with my own ... cold ... dead face ! Oh ... in my own withered case ! YOU ... are with me, with me, lonely, alone, alone and ... I lay I'm a mourning you ! Ready for a long ... lonely journey ... from death to birth It's a long ... lonely journey ... from death to ... It's a long ... lonely journey ... from death to birth ! Oh, it's a long ... lonely journey ... from death to ... birth !