‘Chimes sing Sunday morn
Today’s the day she’s sworn
To steal what she never could own
And race from this hole she calls home‘
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
‘Chimes sing Sunday morn
Today’s the day she’s sworn
To steal what she never could own
And race from this hole she calls home‘
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
In a hole she was wallering
With whomever she was following
Took a low road and what she could
A small price to make things good
Sometimes, running races
Bite off nose spite-ing faces
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