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But, down in basements choked with smoke child of the past All them dreams come up for air round here but they can only gasp All them old men they sit staring as life slips out of their grips Only to fall and disappear beyond their cracked old fingertips But, me I just grab these ropes me and mine have left behind Yes, I stare up to that mountain that I know I’ve got to climb I keep towin that line -- Devil Makes Three
Posted on: Wed, 11 Sep 2013 05:10:45 +0000

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