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La petit Mort
I'm leaning over for a clean slate
It wasn't what I had in mind
But when you're trapped inside a whirl wind
What's not to like
Nearly forgot the sound of my name
And now it's all I want to hear
The end is nothing but a hot take
On facing fear
I'll turn to dust, I'll turn to dust, I'll turn to dust, I'll turn to dust
Dust to dust
I'll turn to dust, I'll turn to dust, I'll turn to dust, I'll turn to dust
Dust to dust
I'm leaning over for a clean slate
It wasn't what I had in mind
But when you're trapped inside a whirl wind
What's not to like
Nearly forgot the sound of my name
And now it's all I want to hear
The end is nothing but a hot take
On facing fear
La petit Mort, La petit Mort, La petit Mort, La petit Mort, La petit Mort
La petit Mort, La petit Mort, La petit Mort, La petit Mort, La petit Mort
I'll turn to dust, I'll turn to dust, I'll turn to dust, I'll turn to dust
Dust to dust