.You ever hear the story of mr. Faded glory?
Say he who rides a pony must someday fall
I was talkin' to my alter>
Says life is what you make it
And if you make it death well rest your soul away
Away, away...
It's a broken kind of feeling
She'll have to tie me to the ceiling.
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