Narrow, little vestibule
You are destined to be alone
Well how are you wide enough for a heart aside from your own?
Drought would come and drink with me
Steal my wine when I'm dead asleep
Grafted bough and river trout
Who's thirsty now?
It's me, it's me
Carrow, well you looked so gloom
In the old mudroom like a crow
And you fell at the height of dawn
When the gin was strongest, you broke
Why do you take when the rest receive?
Bartered heart like a mantel piece
Comb my hair when the reverend leaves
When the Deity is down the street
Countess, well you can't amount
You are tantamount to a toad
See, a bride of a billion brutes is a bitter root to behold
All my life I've been acting up
Ten times tough as acacia gum
Broadway brawl on a cargo truck
As the sun sets to Webber's best: "cats"
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