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von 13ghosts

Take all these photographs and throw them away
I′m not half the man that I was back in the day
And when you see me coming, stow everything dear
I'll steal your melody, your women, and your last glass of beer
When I′m covered in wretchedness in the cold of the morning
When I'm rent, sick, and backwashed in the light of no glory When there's no way left to borrow to drink or get stoned
I′ll sing the last thing that you gave me when I still lived at home
Sing to me papa, for you see I′m crying
Let the birds of my agony fly me away
Sing to me sweetly, I'm listening, I′m listening
And in the morning let me wake up with you again