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Beetle Under the Bark
Cold cold creeps
through the marrow and bones
like a beetle under the bark
it is true there are voices under the skin
they speak in tongues I have water in my lungs
I fall heavily to the ground
You get old from living
You get dizzy from floating
sweat from laughing
cold water on the tank
hold your breath from the sour stench
from dreams crushed to the ground
no one should tell me that there are
those who don't have a scratch in the paint < br/>we all have a beetle under the bark
beetle under the bark
Never miss a beat
need no rules of thumb to see
the flames
the city is on fire you run on glass
you search in air you've done it before
hear the clocks ticking rust doesn't rust
Do you get old from living
get dizzy from floating
sweat from laughing
cold water on the tank
hold your breath for the sour stench
from dreams crushed to the ground
no one will tell me that there are
those who have no scratches in the paint
we all have a beetle under the bark
beetle under the bark

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