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Driven Snow - Islands
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Driven Snow Islands

Driven Snow - Islands
Every word a rhyme
And everything a sign
And cemetery clothes
As pure as driven snow
Watch all the mourners come and go
They'll all go in time
The way that it collides
It comes as no surprise
Sometimes it comes fast
Everybody knows
That's how the story goes
And we all go in time

All night there's been something on my mind
Like somewhere I can hide
When the thief comes
Got a lot of things, yeah
I got a lot of things to leave behind

Why wait? It can't end now, why--
Why wait for the come down
Slip out the back door
You sleep with the fishes
I know it seems malicious
But death won't do your dishes
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