The Man Without
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The Man Without
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Drunk as a lord,
It cost an enormous amount
Be happy in these days
Your self don't drop it
If you like, i'll drop you off
He dropped into the hole
That's a dud
The soul dropped out the pocket
A dumb anger
The clouds dulled the feeling's light
The money earns a good friends
It's false, there's no earthly use in that
What's eating you?
He felt himself getting sickly
Don't hide your feelings from me
Money was his god
We spent on way towards hell
I like to do a favour,
I want to win your favour,
He's a nice guy!
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