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Lyrics for 'Die In The Summertime' by 'Manic Street Preachers'
Scratch My Leg With A Rusty Nail, Sadly It Heals
Colour My Hair But The Dye Grows Out
I Can't Seem To Stay A Fixed Ideal
Childhood Pictures Redeem, Clean And So Serene
See Myself Without Running Lines
Whole Days Throwing Sticks Into Streams
I Have Crawled So Far Sideways
I Recognise Dim Traces Of Creation
I Wanna Die, Die In The Summertime
The Hole In My Life Even Stains The Soil
My Heart Shrinks To Barely A Pulse
A Tiny Animal Curled Into A Quarter Circle
If You Really Care Wash The Feet Of A Beggar
I Have Crawled So Far Sideways
I Recognise Dim Traces Of Creation
I Wanna Die, Die In The Summertime
I Have Crawled So Far Sideways
I Recognise Dim Traces Of Creation
I Wanna Die, Die In The Summertime.
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