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Staind, "Epiphany"
So I speak to you in puddles
'Cause my words get in my pay.
I smoke the pole thing in my bed
And feel it wash and decay.
'Cause I can't take anymore of p**s
I wanna come apart,
Or dig myself a little mole
Inside your spacious hearth.
So I speak to you in riddles
'Cause my words get in my way.
I smoke the whole thing to my head
And feel it wash away.
'Cause I can't take anymore of this
I wanna come apart
Or dig myself a little hole
Inside your precious heart.
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