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Blow Out

In my mind, I nail into my heels.
All the time, killing what I feel.
And everything I touch, turns to stone.
(All wrapped up in cotton wool, all wrapped up in sugar coated pills.)
Everything I touch, turns to stone.
(All wrapped up in cotton wool, all wrapped up in sugar coated pills.)
I am fused, just in case I blow out.
I am glued, just in case I crack out.
And everything I touch, turns to stone.
Everything I touch, turns to stone.
(All wrapped up in cotton wool, all wrapped up in sugar coated pills.)


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