you can sleep in my grave i won't be needing it and you need some rest it's the end of our days i've tried melting the ice of your skin i've done my best not even the sun can fix this one let me float down let me float down let me float down can i at least keep your skull? if i look at you now, i'll turn to stone and guard your tomb i'll live as long as my little lungs last haunting the depths of the flooded earth and one day when it is my turn i'll be too nervous to ask you to share and my spine might break but i will get all that i yearned my plan is to hug an anvil and sink to the bottom of a lake i'll live as long as my little lungs last haunting the depths of the flooded earth will be my skull found in water bound grass will you bring flowers to my grave? will you let them float down to where i lay?
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