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Little Pieces

from Little Pieces by The Webb

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Spiral fog of smoke descends
Hostile forces start to blend
All the horses in the field
Frothing at the mouth my dear

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You chop me into little pieces
Chop me into little pieces
Chop me into little pieces
Chop me into little pieces

Bloodied butcher in the yard
Staring at my face too hard
Got his eye on my behind
Everything and more besides

Clean the cleaver with your mouth
Grunt and spit all the blood out
There’s no need to feel the fear
Frothing at the mouth my dear

This disease is mainly yours
Take my life without much force
My skeleton is now your prize
Reducing me to half my size

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from Little Pieces, released February 10, 2014

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