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Baby Bones

This song is by P.T. Grimm and appears on the album Songs To Amputate Your Face By (2000).

There's no sensation here, retarded and green. Scraping at the window, so raw and
Unclean. There's a resurrection avoiding the youth. Emergency ingestion inevitable.
And I know that you are the one that will guide us toward our home.
Home? Home. Guess who's coming home?
Collapse upon a heap of desires. Now here's a presentation for the crippled to admire.
Avoid your obligations, we'll sever your tone. Pragmatic and demented, we sigh for your
Moan. Anemic indigestion, it's not soaking in. We're waiting for the signal of your starlit
Grin. And I know that you are the one that will guide us toward our home.
Home? Home. Guess who's coming home?
Collapse upon a heap of desires. Now here's a presentation for the crippled to admire.

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