So let the jokes fly
I can't hear them over the cracking of my jaw
A painting of your disinterest a scene serene
For making wooden holes in aged
Souls the shoes I walked in
And my hands will fold as they have
Done a thousand times before
Call it what it is So let the jokes fly I can't hear them over the cracking of my jaw A painting of your disinterest a scene serene For making wooden holes in aged Souls the shoes I walked in And my hands will fold as they have Done a thousand times before Explain Request ×
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