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so i walked into the haze
and a million dirty waves
now i see you lying there
like a lilo losing air
black rocks and shoreline surf
still dead summer i cannot bear
and i wipe the sand from my eyes
its the spanish sahara
the place that you'd wanna
leave the horror here
forget the horror here
leave it all down here
its future rust and its future dust
now the waves they drag you down
carry you to broken ground
although i found you in the sand
wipe you clean with dirty hands
so god damn this boiling space
i'm the fury in your head
i'm the fury in your bed
i'm the ghost in the back of your head
cos i am.