To Kill a Petty Bourgeoisie the patron

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two hands come so cold and ardent
to the sea they'll meet again
a constant telling breath with a roving eye
a few of few genteel do lie
what is that they deny
for it wasn't there
wasn't there
and really wasn't at all
broken hatchet called in lament
a misinformant paid this debt for
a rule, a rule broken to attest
till is must be addressed
not likely to succeed a likely end
melted heart so lost and wet
made a fool of me
tightened grasp succulent at best
made a fool of me
why do you wake at night
why do you wake at night
two hands come so cold and ardent
to the sea they'll meet again
but it wasn't there
oh wasn't there, oh wasn't there
oh wasn't there
why do you wake at night
why do you wake at night
what do you wake at night
why do you wake at night

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