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comes a flooding of the stagewe'll be waiting in it's wakesifting through old men and their playsleads us to greater thoughts to cravetell me glacier where you beenand why your posture is so poor |
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I hear the heats been coming in |
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I see the sun is at your doorsmall deaths come too lateoh my brother went to makehis name amongst the sharks and menhe had a heart of gold |
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I thinkbut when he left it wasn't therenow he hoped to all he'd make.yea he'd been saving, he'd been savingso much to have but nothing gainedall boarded up now in his gravesmall deaths come too latedo you intend tohold your affection til you die |
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