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Better the man who stands alone
I'm the man who likes to role
New cities
Better the man who learns to trust
I'm the man who burns and turns to dust
Before these
Better the man who comes to serve
I'm the man whose kingdom is off this serve
Better the man who seeks the truth
For I'm the man whose trials are known to few
A solitary manhole that I am
Waiting for love, to warm my hands
A solitary manhole that I am
Waiting for love, to warm my hands
A solitary manhole that I am
Waiting for love, to warm my hands
A solitary manhole that I am
Waiting for love, to warm my hands