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Waving a glass voice
Itching to break
I saw your future on a stage in the rain
Frail punch soldier
Tired of fighting
Hard to watch the weather wash your heroes away
Give my regards to his liver and lungs
Watch them recoup the cost
From the hole in his heart
Hope we can enjoy it

Have you heard the one about a black eyed dog
who chases the storm out of every song?
Have you heard the one about the black eyed doggy?

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Mr. Smith Goes To Heaven
Gruvis Malt

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