Scratch my leg with a rusty nail
Sadly it heals
Color my hair but the dye grows out
I can't seem to stay a fixed ideal
Childhood pictures redeem
Clean and so serene
See myself without ruining lines
Whole days throwing sticks into streams
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die
Die in the summertime
I wanna die
The hole in my life even stains the soil
My heart shrinks to barely a pulse
A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle
If you really care, wash the feet of a beggar
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die
Die in the summertime
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die
Die in the summertime
I wanna die
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- Manic Street Preachers - Die in the Summertime (3)
- Manic Street Preachers - Die In The Summertime ["The Holy Bible" 1994] (0)
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