Shunned At A Funeral - Dust, Thunder
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Screaming
I'm dusting my hands, dusting my lungs
Built of tomorrow, borrowed from one.
I bend
I break, I bruise, and
I blunder.
I'm
I'm dusting my hands, dusting my lungs
Built of tomorrow, borrowed from one.
I bend
I break, I bruise, and
I blunder.
I'm
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