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ANZAC Day Parade - HYLND

I caught your face, your strange expression

Between the cold brass marching bands

It left a shallow impression 

In the dirt that covered my hands

And I applied to every part

Taking your hand in the parking lot

I’d hide the designs deep in the yard

Where the animals died, I left them to rot

But they scrape the surface layer of skin

From my back and eat away at my good nature

And drag your memory

Away from my cold shoulder

You feel like an infection

Can’t seem to let this go