Cry to myself and hanging around
This old vessel that is running around
I seem to recall feeling serene
My hand on the hip of a beautiful being
And light in my eye and love in my heart
It went away and you tore it apart
Just hoping you fall six feet south
Keep my name out of your mouth
She wrote back and I got down
I didn't want no, nobody around
Now that you have had your fun
You got all yours dropping guns
And now I disappear, I always did
Held them near my coffin lair
Just hoping you fall six feet south
Keep my name out of your mouth
Yeah, your mouth, yeah
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