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These are the sentiments
Of a cold blooded cynic
So believe me when I say,
I would love nothing more
Than for everything,
To end unpleasantly
Concrete shoes, rising tide,
Grey skies, let none survive
Go!
Don't say I didn't warn you
I would rather see your face in Hell,
Than speak another word
of this perfect world
I would rather see your face in Hell,
Than speak another word
of this perfect world.
To be buried beneath the waves,
The sailor's grave is all that I crave
Bury me (bury me),
5000 fathoms deep
