Chlorine
Something throws, throws you at me
As a bribe for my good behaviour
As a gift for my service to the tribe
(my lungs ache with chlorine...)
God help me, it's what I want
And god help you, this sacrifice...
You've burned everything but your place at my side
(my lungs ache with chlorine)
(it seeps in every time i breathe)
It's elegant --
I can call you home from the dead
And I'm bought and paid for while you're alive
(c) (p) Gayleen Froese
1999
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