This world is not for us to win
And yet our stories beg to begin
Alas we hang not neatly on weeping walls
Nor stay silent at Mountain dew falls
Envy, ego, ecstasy churn alike in the basket of tin
And drench our souls in the neatness of sin
I know as well as you do that somewhere within
This world surely, is not for us to win
And yet
And yet our stories beg to begin
Alas we hang not neatly on weeping walls
Nor stay silent at Mountain dew falls
Envy, ego, ecstasy churn alike in the basket of tin
And drench our souls in the neatness of sin
I know as well as you do that somewhere within
This world surely, is not for us to win
And yet
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