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Praise Dale

from 8 by Junior In His Prime

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One word.
One word kept us in the casket.
One word carried all away.
I'm the warning son, I am regret that sings:
Don't create what you can't call free.
Don't create what you can't call free.

Now tell it all.
What was never said.
There's men that dig holes and find no depth.
Mouthfuls of flame, forests burned.
Clean the cages you never earned.
Sand beneath bricks, the black bell sings.
Does it all have to crumble? Give in to the sea?

Everything you fear of the dark is just all that you fear of yourself, end yourself.
Anything you fear of the depth is just all that you wish wasn't said, sink yourself.
It's all coming back to the dirt.

Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts in the end, now they want your fucking head down.
They want your fucking head down.
You are never me, I am never you. It's the only fucking truth I've found to be true.
You are never me, I am never you. It's the only fucking truth I've found to be true.

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from 8, released July 16, 2016

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