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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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[Chorus] |
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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 |
