Raw rusted eyes hold more than they hide
I'll close mine after you
Done wasting we'll be dead wait till 3
There's no one on this river but me
You become the anvil
And I become dust that will never fall
Wait all your things are a burden, burden to me
Hands that will bruise
Keep a heart left unused
I make ground on you
The song I will write when I've
Wronged all your rights
Is written, but will never bе heard
You become thе anvil
And I become dust that will never soar
Away, all your things are a burden, a burden to me
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