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- All These Things

 

Under the carport that has no spring Cement floors
where the creatures ring And your mother she never
calls Says you're the cause of all her pain But
all these things don't carry camelot Through the
betrayed all these things Don't hold form with a
stout cord and chain You are out of sorts and
ready to retire On the brink of my answer i fell
asleep For a little while

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