| Mother can you hear me?
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| Words freeze in frosty gasps.
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| I ate the dogs long ago, don’t know if I can last.
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| I been talking to myself, wallowing in dirt.
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| I ain’t much for company but this shit really hurts.
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| So give me situation, give me Puck and Judd.
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| I hate those motherfuckers but at least they’re pumping blood
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| Daddy I got scared and you had to stop the car
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| while the blood ran out my nose
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| And you went into the bar.
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| I ain’t clever, I ain’t brave. |
| I got nothing left to say.
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| I am but a sailor, this is but a sailor’s grave.
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| I ain’t clever, I ain’t brave. |
| I got nothing left to say.
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| I am but a sailor, this is but a sailor’s grave.
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| Oh.
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| We all march forward, just singing songs of war
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| With our painted volleyballs riding on that painted horse
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| And our voices echo over the sand
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| Wandering these deserts where the windmills run the land
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| I ain’t clever, I ain’t brave. |
| I got nothing left to say.
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| I am but a sailor, this is but a sailor’s grave.
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| I ain’t clever, I ain’t brave. |
| I got nothing left to say.
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| I am but a sailor, this is but a sailor’s grave.
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| I ain’t clever, I ain’t brave. |
| I got nothing left to say.
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| I am but a sailor, this is but a sailor’s grave.
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| I ain’t clever, I ain’t brave. |
| I got nothing left to say.
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| I am but a sailor |