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DIE IN THE SUMMERTIME

SCRATCH MY LEG WITH A RUSTY NAIL, SADLY IT HEALS
COLOUR MY HAIR BUT THE DYE GROWS OUT
I CAN'T SEEM TO STAY A FIXED IDEAL
CHILDHOOD PICTURES REDEEM, CLEAN AND SO SERENE
SEE MYSELF WITHOUT RUINING LINES
WHOLE DAYS THROWING STICKS INTO STREAMS
I HAVE CRAWLED SO FAR SIDEWAYS
I RECOGNISE DIM TRACES OF CREATION
I WANNA DIE, DIE IN THE SUMMERTIME
THE HOLE IN MY LIFE EVEN STAINS THE SOIL
MY HEART SHRINKS TO BARELY A PULSE
A TINY ANIMAL CURLED INTO A QUARTER CIRCLE
IF YOU REALLY CARE WASH THE FEET OF A BEGGAR
I HAVE CRAWLED SO FAR SIDEWAYS
I RECOGNISE DIM TRACES OF CREATION
I WANNA DIE, DIE IN THE SUMMERTIME
I HAVE CRAWLED SO FAR SIDEWAYS
I RECOGNISE DIM TRACES OF CREATION
I WANNA DIE, DIE IN THE SUMMERTIME