| I brace myself, the winter’s coming in
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| It looks like death and smells like cinnamon
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| The owls, faun and poisonous flora
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| Monotony, monopoly and cruft
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| Don’t drown again, oblivion
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| Don’t drown again, oblivion
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| Don’t drown again, oblivion
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| Don’t drown again, oblivion
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| I lose myself in Euro television
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| I practice isms in new languages
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| I grow my hairs and beards down to the floors
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| I lock all six deadbolts on wooden doors
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| Don’t drown again, oblivion
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| Don’t drown again, oblivion
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| Don’t drown again, oblivion
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| Don’t drown again, oblivion |