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His skin is stretched tight across his bones
Blood running down his cheeks
Children gazing at his feet
Ladies hed like to meet
Lonely in that ancient street
Hanging for somebody else
Or everybody else
His skin is stretched tight across his bones
Blood running down his cheeks
Children gazing at his feet
Ladies hed like to meet
Lonely in that ancient street
Hanging for somebody else
Or everybody else