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  • leavemeaphoto

    Lying on the floor, I hear it pounding down the door
    All them fuzzy, awful thoughts are floating into shore

    See these broken strings, you tore them with your lazy heart
    The wind in our open, tired grave – it’s tearing us apart

    Cry! Oh angel cry
    Your favorite disciple is tearing out his eyes

    All the things these eyes have seen, this time they’ve really crossed the line
    I think I’ll pack up all my shit and cross to Palestine

    Strip down all my clothes, I’m gonna run into the wild
    Leave you with my bitter wounds, leave you with my pride

    Cry! Oh angel cry
    Your favorite disciple is tearing out his eyes

    Asaf Avidan

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