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That Sound
I pulled the ripcord, and then a whole canopy
Of your blood splashed down over me
We flew too high I guess, and you forgot to touch down again;
Flew off, leaving behind all of your bones, and most of your flesh
While you held your tattered soul so high, by your teeth
To keep it from tangling, down on the ground
But what I'll remember forever's that sound.
Of your blood splashed down over me
We flew too high I guess, and you forgot to touch down again;
Flew off, leaving behind all of your bones, and most of your flesh
While you held your tattered soul so high, by your teeth
To keep it from tangling, down on the ground
But what I'll remember forever's that sound.
Published 12th Apr 2010
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