Phyllomedusa - 5 Inch Graves | Текст песни

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Graves that I dig, well… aren't that big
5 inches deep, so they fit nicely
While sadness is there
Knowing they didn't experience the world I know
Makes me smile

5 inch graves (that I try to dig)

Sometimes…wait no, all the time, I wish it was me
But I treat them like gods, my gods
I want them to live and enjoy themselves in their short lifespan
Yet sometimes they die
I miss you…

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