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The Escape
Waste dead days haunting
Leering at the lay loons laughing
I can find where I'd lie lasting
Into the night a young one passing
Dashing for the cliff tops
Red and razors ripping
Tripping in the foreground
Just beneath the teeth went snapping
Strangled and dangeling
Fore they could wish on shooting stars
Nothing would have come of it
For no stars came at all
Waking to a new dawn
Waiting for a new one
I wasted all my young ones
I'm waiting on my failing lungs
