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She's so full of needs and knees Controlled by the pet - the irony He likes the noise a little too much Should just sew his mouth shut Sometimes we climb the mountain Just to piss in the valley Sometimes the bridge we're burning Is the only one that could reach us They pick apart the scabs But can't stand the blood Clean hands and dirty deeds Poke holes in the story, until it floods Sometimes we climb the mountain Just to piss in the valley Sometimes the well we drink from Is the same it fun
