We were doomed before the sun was ever burning
We were dust before the dishes
We were muddy made of wet and grinning
Feral foxes through and through
I like being doomed with you
I like being dirt with you
We were dust before the dishes
I like being dirt with you
We were doomed before the sun was ever burning
I like being dirt with you
We were muddy made of wet and grinning
I like being doomed with you
Life is better slipping through your fingers
We were muddy made of wet and grinning
We were bloody made of red and blue
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