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Driven to a dream, the reckless and obscene
are bombing all the city streets
Voices speak the words, though sightless and unheard
they pull you from the redwood tree
Muscle in the earthquake
Moon make the branches break
In the basement sound, the blood begins to pound
we are chomping at the bit
You are in the leaves, a sunset to receive;
a broken back was all they sent
Muscle in the earthquake
Moon make the branches break
I would be your spine, though I know that I am caving in
Full moon on the rise, thought I might tip into the ocean
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