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can I be sane, can I be high, can I be
let me be, let me let me let knife to the canvas,
scissors to my hair, let me rip this rip this skin.
told me you're leaving leaving making your
way to great trees. scratches scratch scratching
the negative, using the grease on your 
nose to fill the trenches. low low low light,
kiss me.