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Pack your rations pack a watch |
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Change of clothes and a face cloth |
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Meet me where your mother lies |
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we'll dig graves on both her sides |
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and lay ourselves inside |
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and a thousand suns will set and rise |
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our hair tangled up in hers |
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fingernails beneath the dirt |
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sharing all our black and greys |
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our blood running through her veins |
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leave her as we came |
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our bodies are one and the same |
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You're just trading me for the lump sum |
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try but i'll never be a gentlemen |
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trading me for the lump sum |
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try but you'll only ever treat the symptoms |
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cause you're trading me for the lump sum |
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try but i'll never be a gentlemen |
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trading me for the lump sum |
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try but you'll only ever treat the symptoms |
