We Make The Saints Cry

from by Barclay Burns

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Nightmare I remember seven years later
All those pioneers died alone and in the woods
Last time I was warm was in the womb
I have a hundred thousand pictures of empty rooms

Take me way the fuck out on the train
Tangentially related, but yet to be explained
Lying in wait like trains in rail yards
File it all away like jail bars

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from Get Nothing And Like It, released August 31, 2016

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