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By Old Roger, Tearing through the sky
leaving trails of searing white
choking on memories
(and
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By Old Roger, Let the sun burn the earth
let the sun boil seas
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By Old Roger, Fine
is how I'm feeling
feeling fine I am today
at least my
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By Old Roger, The dead of night's here
and I know I shouldn't
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By Old Roger, Pile of ashes on the table
empty bottles here there
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By Old Roger, Lay your burden on my shoulders
lead it
down
into burning disorder
watch me