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Lord help my poor soul
I'm down like Edgar Poe
Lord help my poor soul
I'm bound for Damascus
Rid those parasites, guttersnipe barbarous begrudgers click
With a stick, now they're feeling seasick
Wrestle from the bow that bends, the bow that breaks
The Judas tree
These garments are foreign rags, all gloomy
Not my own you see, when ? came to me
There was no straw
In the upholstery
Lord help my poor soul
I'm down like Edgar Poe
Lord help my poor soul
I'm bound for Damascus
Meltdown some, white label's the best, no contest
Boot polish, head's are turned ?
You know our life feels ?
A cheap holiday
We go rabble-rousing, carousing, drowsing, barbiturate
Moths at bay congregate, a little blue tit
Known to gather in
Grief's archway
Lord help my poor soul
I'm down like Edgar Poe
Lord help my poor soul
I'm bound for Damascus
Hold on, you don't have to suffer
Hold on, you don't feel any pain
Lord help my poor soul
I'm down like Edgar Poe
Lord help my poor soul
I'm bound for Damascus
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