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Living on your own
What's gonna keep you clean this
Well, how you your skin so hard
And that turpentine

You're not her hurting son
But her favorite one, it
You you'd die
When you goodbye
And your dreams

You're confused like the rest of us
About next meal
mistakes everywhere
For the whole to feel

It around once more
Get again before we go
I I'd heard his last dying words
dying words

My train of thought slow
It's money I need
Why I'll never know
You need prayer more
Anyone I knew
But a prayer for later
To get a or two

Remember when we all
That we stop any time
Poet's tell how fell
his last dying words
Last words

My train of thought slow
Why I'll even know
You need prayer than
Anyone I ever
But a prayer for later
To get a or two

when we all said
That we could any time
Poet's tell how gods
his last dying words
Last dying words, last words
Last dying words, words