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I picked up that nugget and I tossed it around
Young enough to be lost - to be found
I forgot the taste, then the sound
Then I pushed that shit deep - into the ground
This again - this
Sour taste, bitter sound
This again - this
Gone to ground and back around again....
I turned away as somebody said
It's good to have you back - in my head
The wheels come off or the walls cave in
Or any other way that it reaches the end
I dug it up and I threw it down
Old enough not to be lost - not to be found
This again - this
Sour taste, bitter sound
This again - this
Gone to ground and back around again....
I turned away and inside I said
it's good to have you back - in my head
So I kept that nugget that I put in the ground
When I was old enough - to be found
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