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Skin, cloth and bone |
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They will be taken down to the ferryman |
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An old crooked lie |
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The fibers were underneath her fingernails |
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Old and gray, into the grave |
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Old and gray, into the grave |
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The taste and the name |
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Have all but been swallowed now from the tip of his tongue |
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The sound of your voice |
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The screaming stopped ringing as he drifted away |
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Old and gray, into the grave |
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Old and gray, into the grave |
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Never repaid the lives he took away |
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Never repaid the lives he took away |
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Old and gray, into the grave |
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Old and gray, into the grave |
