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Pillar of AutumnFlesh Wounds Alternative Modern Rock

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Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 5

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"Flesh Wounds" is soon to be featured on the 17 track (unnamed) debut album scheduled for release early fall of 2006.

Corroded lost, filled with the lies
Of unspoken alibis
So fuckin stressed with details
That the picture escapes me
I hope to god
I hope tonight will turn out all right for me
Forgone has too much become
my only burden and cross

Just let it go away
Dont look at me (just to)

Say my name
While I bleed now
I owe you mine
So dont, dont ever let it fade
..fade away

Open sores fester
Burning my skin, as I scream out in pain
My head is twisted,
For these words, they never seem to leave
Echoes all around
Confusing me in their own corrupting bliss
All along it felt like someone
Was guiding me to bleed

Just let it go away
Dont look at me (just to)

Say my name
While I bleed now
I owe you mine
So dont, dont ever let it fade

And Im breaking down again
As your thought becomes my pride
And Im up and I just cant believe that you said,
You said the same to me
I am open to all of your lies
As your thought becomes my own
I am up and I just cant believe that you said
You said the same to me

Say my name
While I bleed now
I owe you mine
So dont, dont ever let you
Say my name
Just say my name x

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Finnegans Wake Book 1 Chapter 5
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