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The Lines of my earth
so brittle, unfertile, and ready to die
I need a drink but the well has gone dry
And we in the habit of saying the same things all
over again, for the money we shall make
This is the last song that I'll write 'til you tellme otherwise.
And it's because I just dont feel it
This is the last song 'til you tell me otherwise
And it's because I just don't feel it anymore
