

The worm and the burnI came upon you shrinking in the sun. Your long slender body, roasting in the sun. With delicate fingers I pry you from the surface. Discolored and disoriented, you're a cyclone of pain. Though you thought all was lost, I've come. Burrow back home, friend. Below the blades it will be nice and moist. You belong where it is cool and calm. Burrow back home, forever my friend.The worm and the burn
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.--
I play the same chords over and over
I only know a few
I throw them together
And make them stick like glue
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.--
ryan
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ryan
-- world out of balance - world without end - we are not afraid --
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