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I stand.. naked and alone Staring.. at my neighbors fuck Fingering.. a rusted bear trap That I found like it was a gift from God Failure is my strongest suit God's greater plan From the tit to life support To the term of jesters court Running out of neck, but much too soon There must be better days for me on the horizon Pass the failure wine until the end of time Running out of neck, but none too soon They fly lay circles and then watch me die alone Mountains to more hills Tending to the still From Letras Mania