Come to from slumber on bed’s soft tundra
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Murky with mourn beside dead uniform
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And I wish and I hope
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and I wish and I hope
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with long drag on me smoke
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and I wish and I hope
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that I’ll stalk the corridors once more.
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Please, Sir let me return, if only for a term (how I yearn)
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It’s glee, Sir, with your hot breath upon me (gob gurning in fury)
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But…
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I only winded that lad before he bolted
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And…
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I only fumbled that lass, besides, I was revolted
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So for forgiveness,
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with me boyz as witness,
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Take these chips with cheese
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as an offering of peace
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Please Sir
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| Wild Beasts |
