Next time we walk down to the docks while welcoming the morning sun
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we'll share rations of bread with
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Drifters and deceivers know I only see this hour after evenings of infamy
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There are thousands of you like me and you'll be so so sorry
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When you start to hate the sound of laughter
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grinding your teeth down to powder
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How rewarding is it just to be alive?
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We could have residence in the worse prison
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That happens when you die and have no friends
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to carry casket in the saddest procession
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Those people often say they're sorry when your soul departs
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But they recover oh so quick
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Travel
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| From Autumn To Ashes |
