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Twenty eight steps,
Twelve metres,
To the place at the end of town,
Were they dont serve us.
And i cant recall a single instance
When twenty eight steps
Lead to happiness.

And its regret, that takes a place in, all of our, empty caskets.
Twenty eight steps,   Twelve metres,   To the place at the end of town,   Were they dont serve us.   And i cant recall a single instance    When twenty eight steps    Lead to happiness.      And its regret, that takes a place in, all of our, empty caskets.