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Penned after the unexpected death of a pet, Land laments how difficult it can be to find a place to belong.

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I finally thought something might work out alright
but then it died on the Ides of March
birthed in November to brave the Winter
only to fade before the Spring got its start... so now,

do I have to bury one more thing in my backyard
once again this year on the Ides of March?

just 'cause I'm used to getting double-clocked
doesn't mean I'm yet steady as a rock
termination doesn't always follow expiration
does my key to tragedy even belong to a lock?
'cause now

I have to bury one more thing in my backyard
once again this year on the Ides of March

It might sound like self-pity but I'm starting to worry
I might be immune to love
because despite how much of it I dose out I still doom
everything I touch
and these short-lived tragic love affairs are getting to be too much
and I just don't know if I'll ever grow the point where I can
say that I've had enough

must I really bury
must I really bury one more thing
must I really bury
must I really bury one more thing
do I have to bury
do I have to bury one more thing?

do I have to bury
one more thing?

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from Were My Sweetheart to Go​.​.​., released August 23, 2011

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