The hopeless immortal's beginning to fade
Wrestled down with anchors, impervious
Just passed too bizarre
The organ grinder quips
Locked inside a barricade
How
If you have an instrument, without any rhyme
That unprecedented crime
Conspiracy
Could be the difference in our age
Been charged with reckless
There goes my love, there goes her heart
And that's not
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