The place where our stupid hearts
Beat out of our sad chests.
Into muddy grass!
This green!
Unearthly tonight.
Underneath the bank of clouds.
The Moon like a bone button.
So I'm not an animal.
Maybe not a man, even.
I don't know.
I'm not worried.
Beat out of our sad chests.
Into muddy grass!
This green!
Unearthly tonight.
Underneath the bank of clouds.
The Moon like a bone button.
So I'm not an animal.
Maybe not a man, even.
I don't know.
I'm not worried.
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