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'04 Internal Rinse
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2004 The sky has come to take me away
To all, there he goes
The sky has come to take me away
To me, there I rome
The clouds coat me in cotton
Glazed with the scent of rain
The clouds coated me with cotton
Glazed with hints of a past pain
"Now my hands begin to squeeze
A soaked shirt of iron salty sweat
My death fails again noted as a tease
Lifeless on concrete; splashed in red"
