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(Cantrell)
Bury me softly in this womb
I give this part of me for you
sand rains down and here I sit
holding rare flowers
in a tomb...in bloom
Down in a hole and I don't know
if I can be saved
See my heart I decorate it
like a grave
You don't understand who they
thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now a man
who won't let himself be
Down in a hole, losin' my soul
Down in a hole, losin' control
I'd like to fly
But my wings have been so denied
Down in a hole and they've put all
the stones in their place
I've eaten the sun so my tongue
has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty
of kicking myself in the teeth
I will speak no more
of my feelings beneath
Oh I want to be inside of you
© 1992 Buttnuggett Publishing
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