and let me walk in the shadow of you,
strut in the way that you do and
sway in the sun,
be the gun and you the holster
bolstering me.
If I die when we try then we'll try once again.
I live for the living of it
be for the reason it is.
Aye,
it's a long road to travel
if you travel alone.
On the quayside beside me
we wait for our ship to come in
she,
so slim, demure,
me, outrageously sinful,
but mindful the cure for it
is in the living it for
the reason it is
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 3:30 PM UTC
and let me walk in the shadow of you,
strut in the way that you do and
sway in the sun,
be the gun and you the holster
bolstering me.
If I die when we try then we'll try once again.
I live for the living of it
be for the reason it is.
Aye,
it's a long road to travel
if you travel alone.
On the quayside beside me
we wait for our ship to come in
she,
so slim, demure,
me, outrageously sinful,
but mindful the cure for it
is in the living it for
the reason it is
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