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Bones

by Tina Ratzinger

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1.
Fantasy 02:55
We are allowed in that land to see Many kinds of blue fantasy We are so cold to see We are so blind to be You are so cold to me We are allowed to see Many kinds of blue fantasy
2.
Bones 02:18
I feel like a snail Grinding inside a shell I'm soft and electric today Climbing up the walls I'm just looking for my bones Never mind, I'll turn the flat Into a bloody mess But I have to find my bones Among those dirty clones I'm just looking for my bones
3.
A blind kid don’t ever talk A soft bomb here in his head A blind kid deep in a dream Trying to warn against our walk Trying to warn against our way
4.
Please the world with your dreams According to your fantasy your a dark kind of bramble Many pills and powders are filling your head and burn The reason and the smile So you scratch yourself with anger and let it bleed in her eyes Let down and rush in her arms
5.
In front of that cold afternoun while lands drift away such a soaked picture we start to fade. And the rain on our faces draws a black silence We are back to the seafaring dreams In the middle of the day I can’t hear no more sounds No more tender prey And the rain on our faces runs a black silence
6.
Since my home is burning in hell my darkness shines even more

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released December 19, 2013

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