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Astray(Ash Tray)
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Twisted Branches all the time you'd work me out, to burn me off
ashes to ashes, we'd drift apart
you're a stub of a cigarrette, in an ash tray
innocent poppy fields..have gone astray
times go and things change
except our most brutal ways
exposed more and more
as we deteriate
every year we've found a way, to celebrate
the day we chiseled, on this grave o'r names
paper certificate, in an ash tray
innocent poppy fields, going up in flames
flaming sky to haze
we thought this was how it is
times go and things change
except our most brutal ways
exposed more and more
as we deteriate
some are flesh and bone and soul,
some are flesh and bone
some are flesh,
some are soul
some are bone,
i don't know what we are anymore
times go and things change
except our most brutal ways
exposed more and more
as we deteriate
times go and things change
times go and things change
exposed more and more
as we deteriate
