I don't know, don't know how you feel Almost like a bitter pain all day my own blood, boils Making the bones making the lakes making the quakes now Green is the wreath you wear Your bones are thatched and bare I stretch you such a skill Keep the soft winds soft winds of will lyrics with help from versebyverse  

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All Day My Own Blood Boils
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