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Brewster-
Neeson-
Brewster)
Wrong notes, old frustrating used quotesmen with pencils making copious notesout in the dark, cut the far left wingan old man shaking a sheet of tinjudgement's fallen, the well spawned webspictures of old used barenesslocal priest still holds the floorwith the same old lines from the time before
Don't you know when I've had enoughlaugh it off, ain't that toughdon't you know when I've had enough
I like to be alonewant to be alone, just to be alone
Sacred profession still guards the wallsbut my castle keeps guarantees the fallselling souls for a mean half truthbut the power and the king shared the palace roofwelcome flowers lead a funeral trainwhen you're out in the desert don't you pray for me
Don't you know when I've had enoughlaugh it off, ain't that toughdon't you know when I've had enough
I like to be alonewant to be alone, just to be alone
And they fool themselvesinto thinking that they're talking abouttaht they never doubt it,want to be alone, just to be alone
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