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there's a man walkingwith a rope and a shovel in his handand he's diggingdiggingdown to clayi lean back and watch the ceiling swayyou make these feelings go awayYou Love Who Floodsseeing him's easy when no ones aroundfinding him's easy when all that you've foundare gardens and sirens both move to the soundof little worms writhingbut you make these feelings go awayYou Love Who Floods(come then, come over, and sit by meswallow the arrow following menothing to fill in, nothing to freenothing here love but a cavity) From Letras Mania