Rusted Root
Rusted Root
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Rusted Root
Rusted Root
Rusted Root
Rusted Root
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Rusted Root
Rusted Root
Rusted Root
Rusted Root
Rusted Root
Come and hear the funeral marching
Maybe this is your suicide
Maybe this is more pure
Pure than simple
Maybe this is all I have for home
Why have all beautiful people
Brushed you on down?
And brushed you on down?
I saw the shame inside your addiction
Waitin' to see what was passed on by
I saw the shame and wondered why
I should live, and die
Leave a note and tell me
Leave a note and tell me why