Undaunted by the prospects
Of empty sifting pans
I still got out of bed
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Thirty times I’ve been around
Six times I ran aground
But who’s keeping score?
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The ghost keeps talking
Gleaming white teeth
Same as our old bones
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Blood runs down my cheek
Tears falling quickly
Fell too hard from grace
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