Bury me softly in this womb
I give this part of me for you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers
In her tomb... in bloom
Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved
See my heart I decorate it like a grave
You don't understand who they
Thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now
I'm a man who won't let himself be
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