Magic Dirt - X-Ray lyrics

Take her to the room, Find out what´s
wrong,
But there isn´thing wrong with her.
It is 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 not
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 isn´thing wrong with
Her,
Filthy sand is all I had, With
dreams of trouble, All I had
Was
One Woman.

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