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drive through
i want you to know
just how it feels
to die on your own
drive through
i want you to hand
me up to the thieves
who know you by name
servant prostrate on the ground
servant tell them what you just found
not just a name, not just a cause, not just a feeling
am i on the sun, cause i just called it home
i must have traded you for everything
go find your maker
you make sense now