If you were still around I'd hold you I'd hold you I'd shake you by the knees Blow hard in both ears If you were still around
You could write like a panther Whatever got into your veins What kind of green blood Swung you to your doom To your doom
If you were still around I'd tear unto your fear Leave it hanging off you In long streamers
Shreds of dread If you were still around I'd turn you facing the wind Bend your spine on my knee Chew the back of your head Chew the back of your head 'til you opened your mouth To this life
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