| So you find yourself at the bottom of a glass
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| After squandered engagements come to pass
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| Saturated with ancient ilk imbued within
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| Fractal poise and festered patience wearing thin
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| Pander to sacrifices of your mind’s account
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| Reaping baleful treasures of untold amounts
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| Skullduggery afoot intercepts your weary path
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| And scorns the deadly seas of woeful wrath
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| Wander, wade, and wallow
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| Swirl, swig, and swallow
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| You’ll find your touch of class
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| At the bottom of a glass
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| Lured by lyres of escalating grace, we
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| In the shades of sails, stray a course straight to thee
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| Equal to the task of beauty’s lay
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| Fasten our faithless hearts unto dismay
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| Whitecaps crash while drinks discharge
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| Down throats that siege the world at large
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| As surges swell vaster than our greedy grasp
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| The world’s finest fortunes fall into our laps
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| Search the faces of the crumbling crowds
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| Heaven’s light breaks through the storm and cloud
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| Smoke billows from the glints of our mortars
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| Witness the demise of bounds and borders
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| Led astray down alleyways of zeal
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| Ardor undermined by false ideals
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| Let’s sing the song that ends the Earth
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| A legacy that lends itself to rebirth |