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Şarkı Sözleri Sawing off the pavement repenting their past lives might i be the only payment left to be left behind clay and pigment footsteps rust it boiling clean our bullet in linguistics that only we can breathe i gotta prayer that'll make you theirs now beneath sepulchers raise your entrails as an offer (2x) fondling with pitchforks in a cattle prodded sea signaling the sedatives