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Rum is for Sailors
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Possible Songs "'I do not exist,' we faithfully insist." Are the whispers from my demons sitting quietly alone.
I struck a match with open hand, to burn the bridges to the land. It'll take more work to mend than anyone would know.
Coins and marbles flood the floor, as I run out of the door. "Another drink or two?" They insist, "it wouldn't be a chore."
If I've made my way from sea, then what anchor could this be? Keeps me treading water 50 feet from shore.
I do not exist, it is only You which do. I am not but shadow cast of a man I never knew.
