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The Kettle Black
Lyricist:Jacob Matthew Rolleston
When the cavalry clears and the limbs of our peers Lay around us like sticks in the mud We'll say to ourselves where's the heaven in this hell? We're on a ladder without any rungs With the ash of our friends in our lungs
That's enough about the war, how's my dear Elanor? Have you heard back from William or Kate? I've been getting the shakes from lack of sleep as of late And my breath always reeks of escape I'll be home soon and hopefully safe Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
If you love me you won't make a scene When I get home please just leave me be If you love me then don't make a scene When I get home please just leave me be
Twenty years to the date of this close and some say Henry saved us from missing our lives He was buried away to the ground and the blame That poor Elanor kept stored away Well, his breath always reeked of escape
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