... And In September, Father
Bokor
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Too old for this shit
The years all passed
Future happened somewhere
Dead to the bone
Locked up in this tomb
Slept through the burial
All tomorrows lost
Give me a gun and help me load it
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Cast in this mould
Like a plaything
Emotions draining
Nothing really counts
Names meaning nothing
Faces blur and fade
Give me a gun and help me load it
Give me a gun and help me load it