The hopeless immortal's beginning to fade
Wrestled down with anchors, impervious
Just passed too bizarre
The organ grinder quips
Locked inside a barricade
How
If you have an instrument, without any rhyme
That unprecedented crime
Conspiracy
There goes my love, there goes her heart
And that's not
I can't believe we're still together
Even after all these years
I
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