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Static

There's static in my brain
but it keeps me warm and semi-sane
why is my mind polluted?
because I wash it in acid rain
it doesnt make sense to change
not when everything else seems to stay the same
when I die I hope they make me a ghost so I can dance on my own grave
Written by Leaton (Half Cab Heel)
Published | Edited 4th Feb 2013
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