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Bless your gilded tombstone heart |
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What's yours is mine |
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Bless the seams that came apart |
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What's yours is mine |
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Bless the time that made us grow |
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Right out the dragon's fiery door |
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Bless the toll the monster soars |
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What's yours is mine and mine is yours |
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Bless the drinks we younger raised |
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And bless the debts our hearts must weigh |
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Bless the toy guns in their slings |
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The boys have thought of everything |
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Bless the weary homebound horse |
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What's yours is mine and mine is yours |
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You replaced and I remained a sheltered page |
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No nevermind, |
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What's mine is yours and yours of course is mine |
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Bless your helpless drunken cry |
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What's yours is mine |
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Bless the fire warm and bright |
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What's yours is mine |
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Bless the words that meant farewell |
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The winds that finally filled your sails |
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Bless those tethers when they tore |
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What's yours is mine and mine is yours |
