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Next time we walk to the docks
While the morning sun
We'll rations of bread with
Drifters and deceivers I only see
hour after evenings of infamy

There are of you like me
And be so so sorry
When you start to the sound of laughter
grinding your teeth down to powder

And how rewarding is it just to be
We could have residence in the worst
That happens you die
And have no to carry caskets
In the saddest

And people love to say
They're sorry your soul departs
But they recover oh so

are thousands of you like me
And be so so sorry
When you start to hate the of laughter
You're grinding your teeth to powder

Oh, now

There are thousands of you me
And be so so sorry
When you start to hate the sound of
You're grinding your teeth down to