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Green Bay
Who is to say that our souls do not bleed?
Holding back tears like we were taught
Will we ever shed all the crystal beads?
Before we sit in our own withered rot
But if I was to lie in my dismay
Cherried pools of pit insecurity
You'd always carry me down to Green Bay
And accept all of my impurity
How long can I dance in your acid rain?
Bring forth provision; long I've to await
Interlock hands and I'll tangle our veins
Can I assume that this could be our fate?
Feeling each other's neurotic effects
Before I experience unborn vex
Holding back tears like we were taught
Will we ever shed all the crystal beads?
Before we sit in our own withered rot
But if I was to lie in my dismay
Cherried pools of pit insecurity
You'd always carry me down to Green Bay
And accept all of my impurity
How long can I dance in your acid rain?
Bring forth provision; long I've to await
Interlock hands and I'll tangle our veins
Can I assume that this could be our fate?
Feeling each other's neurotic effects
Before I experience unborn vex
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