2009-2014

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Well, Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die,
I'm a little bit scared of what comes after

Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?

Do I divide 
and fall apart?

cause my bright is too slight 
to hold back all my dark

And the ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates, does Thomas ask to see my hands?



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