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I hold you as a doorway holds space
Civilizations pass between our eyes
Like iron filings dancing
In an electromagnetic field

You, the quasar
Me,

All I do is cough and choke in Pittsburgh
All I do is cough and choke
From the iron filings and the sulphur smoke
In Pittsburgh, Lord God, Pittsburgh

written over my face
No sleep zone
Open up my suitcase
Sticks and stones

Iron filings
Breathe 'em right in
Catch my breath
Air too thin
Floating

Talking Scarlet

Prefab Sprout

Protest Songs

1989

Scalding marks appear you're talking scarlet
Kid yourself that it's platonic love
Best of friends 
Eyes all smiling  
Watch them turn to iron filings

not gonna bring them back
But it's numbing the pain right now
In the morning you almost taste it
Iron filings in your mouth
Lead lining your pockets

I probably ducked when they lay the gunshot on my song

Beyond the wall of iron filings, life is defined
Everyone enjoys living this way, to never

demons, (run it run it)
I let them loose, now they ghosted, ready to make amends,
Let em know I got rock salts, iron filings ready to make a vengeful

demons, (run it run it)
I let them loose, now they ghosted, ready to make amends,
Let em know I got rock salts, iron filings ready to make a vengeful

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Shall we dance?

VERSE 1

I'm Prince Dimitri
Looking for a mate
Like an iron filing
Pulled by fate
So elementary
Someone who relates

demons, (run it run it)
I let them loose, now they ghosted, ready to make amends,
Let em know I got rock salts, iron filings ready to make a vengeful

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demons, (run it run it)
I let them loose, now they ghosted, ready to make amends,
Let em know I got rock salts, iron filings ready to make a vengeful

We could meet
I'll show up early ahead of the reservation
Let's iron it out tomahawk no we filing it out
What's on the inside of your mind im finding

A fine young smith at a vice stood filing,
his hammer out and his forge aglow.
When to him a young maid came smiling
and asked if to work in her

the pacc I live in harmony
I'm the living the living truth why they keep lying to me
Solo dolo
I'm secluded they keep finding me
Twenty seven got a iron

Skur skur skur
Skur skur skur
I make the pot sang
Skur skur skur
Skur skur skur
It’s a good thing
Filing scripts like ya doctor
Risk game proper
If

But enough flashback of this dope ass rap
Right now my foot is on these little niggas backs
I click clack the iron, (yeah) whoever out there dying (uh

Everest still trying
Few are making it barely surviving
Turning into dust like nail filing
What do you know who do you know
Can you bar can you flow
Hold

password on the screen
My filing cabinets were locked and chained up tightly
There was no paper in my dusty fax machine
A messenger arrived just half past

iron creases I'm not egregious
The Apple to my Adam I see the truth and it matters these scars came from battle
Like it court serving truths supper