So bitter to taste in haste, a mouldy paste
So I cried hitching a ride, a maniac by my side ?
So I was fired for being tired, wrongly admired
So I had to let it slide, again I cried until I died
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I Canna See’
Canna see the light shining past yer heed or the shadow where yer are when yer lie deed canna see the sparra in the field of gold nay’ or se...
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