And when I go, make my bed left for flowers, make my life grow these things, make me melt into the ground, make me sink into these things. I don't want to rise above it, break the wheels off my chariot, I want to sink away.
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And when I go, make my bed left for flowers, make my life grow these things, make me melt into the ground, make me sink into these things. I don't want to rise above it, break the wheels off my chariot, I want to sink away.
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