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Dwellers
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Creature Comfort
I cut off my hair I sold it to a witch Been feeling her strange Medicine
I cannot deny what I am, under the sun I cannot deny my creature, his comfort
Feeling a little salt In my wounds that you gave But you made a choice Now I have to run away
I cannot deny what I am, under the sun I cannot deny my creature, his comfort
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