Here on the ground
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I cannot hear a sound
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just a strong and steady rain
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getting louder as you sing
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It may be true that I lied
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I broke a promise that I tried
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but my heart no longer beats
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my blood makes black dirt under your feet
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Black dirt will stain your feet and when you walk you'll leave black dirt in the street
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I could feel my face grow pale
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sick with fear my senses fail
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and as the light fades from my eyes
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I smile but don't know why
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legs are growing numb to the heat of the sun
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and my heart no longer beats
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Black dirt will stain your feet and when you walk you'll leave black dirt in the street
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Black dirt will stain your feet and when you walk you'll leave black dirt in the street
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Here on the ground I lie
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I cannot hear a sound as I die
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it may be true that I lied
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broke a promise that I tried
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but my heart no longer beats
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and when you kill you'll only leave
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black dirt under your feet
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Black dirt will stain your feet and when you walk you'll leave black dirt in the street
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Black dirt will stain your feet and when you walk you'll leave black dirt in the street
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Black dirt will stain your feet and when you walk you'll leave black dirt in the street
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Black dirt will stain your feet and when you walk you'll leave black dirt in the street
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Black Dirt
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Sea Wolf |