I'm so glad not to know him
  He was what he was I'm sure...
Fortunately my memory of him
Is but a beautiful blur...

I remember Tim in the old days
Such a young foolish man
Traces of his childhood
Blemishes of who I am

When he died
I killed him
By the mercy of my being
So if you happen to see him
Remember
It's actually me
That your seeing
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