Dirt Doesn't Travel Testo

Under the new born tree, oh
We left your body in a box
I'll pray for your ghost to haunt this house
And keep us warm
I hope you finally found your way
Don't you worry
Death will keep you company
I've been worried for you
How about the ancient ruins
Your body turns to soil without a fight
And I can finally hear your ghost tonight
But what's the point
I hope your shades share your spleen
Don't you worry
Death will keep you company
I've been worried for you
Bring to me
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