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Some hex please A pitch black painted wreath A book nailed to a tree Or a vow that you whisper when burying old baby teeth We'll ride drogue you'll see We will genuflect accordingly A crude but truthful plea: Dispossess me of all of this shit that keeps possessing me You salvage me Cloven a thousand times Make believe that we Blown apart could be Woven and redesigned We would rather be sent running off a cliff edge We can hold our own palaver and the viper caused it Hanged men, fang bred Oh come send us on You salvage me Cloven a thousand times Make believe that we Blown apart could be Woven and redesigned Letras de cancionesSever the hoof and host or I may Be without someone to call for One thing more Let em' make You and offer now Free graze Jaw to tusk, all of us, Oh come send us on From Letras Mania