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Scatter

your pretty eyes are pretty blind - your perfect body is flawed
I always wake up so surprised that my hearts still beats at all
as the open minds are just open to quite similar points of view
but what does it matter, the urns will all shatter someday
and we'll die bruised and battered and ashes will scatter away
like our names

so open up your eyes and mouth, your heart, your body and door
there ain't no east, there ain't no south - there ain't no west or no north
fucking lost, so lost - is there anyone home? the lights are lit in the windows
but what does it matter, we burn out as saturday fades
and we'll die bruised and battered and ashes will scatter away
like our names

and wine in the glass will soon be blood on the tracks
and blood on the tracks soon be wine in the glass
cause freight trains come and freight trains do not forgive
we'll make it there and never look back again
we'll make it there and never look back

but what does it matter, the earth's getting flatter each day
and we'll die bruised and battered and ashes will scatter away
like our names

Words by dean
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Written on 2006-08-05 at 22:50