In a youth alone
Tied me up against a sinking stone
Cracking when I bend
Shouldered by the moon, the sun, the wind
How dare they break the news
Can't they see I'm sore through every pain
Clearly too involved
Just waiting for the next turn to get off
Let me hear you say again
Nothing innocent is every planned
Let me hear you say again
Nothing decent is every planned
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