Magic Dirt

Magic Dirt - X-Ray lyrics

rate me

Take her to the room, Find out what's

wrong,

But there's nothing wrong with her.

It's the reel, of only one venture,

Taking me back to a stainless closure,

Pull apart the little girl strapped on

that

X-ray,

Pull apart the little churl, so she can't

Get away,

Epic trouble, In slumberland,

Forgot,

The Dreams that I had,

Because,

Of the trouble in my hand,

Septic colons spur the lift of the man.

We write, with a doubt in our hand.

Take her to the room, find out what's

Wrong,

There's nothing wrong with

Her,

Filthy sand is all I had, With

dreams of trouble, All I had

Was

One Woman.

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