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[Verse 1]
You know everything is covered up
With a little bit of spit and blood
Somehow all of it is growing from
Just an echo and a fist of mud

[Verse 2]
You know everything must break or bend
Only till the pieces finally fit
All the fingerprints are filaments
Lining every side and pulling in

[Verse 3]
You know everything is on the up
All the blooms are stretching for a sun
When they finally reach a perfect one
It will still be made of spit and blood

La la la

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