Dry routine of my dwelling
Spend the pennies I kept
Three moons to my right
I should’ve never turned left
I couldn’t hear but a word
Not a sound
Not a thing but the wind and the ground
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Dry routine of my dwelling
Spend the pennies I kept
Three moons to my right
I should’ve never turned left
I couldn’t hear but a word
Not a sound
Not a thing but the wind and the ground
As the sun starts to set
Open cries bellow deep from my chest
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