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I can sit down and write
The most saddest tunes
And sometimes that's all
That I wanna do
It's easy I'll just sit
On the fence while the paint
Of the bench is going to dry
I laid down a tune
I sang inside the ruins
In a shelter made of leaves
The hunters on my heels
And in the small hours
I start to think about
What we call the world
I'll take my pleasures here
Now I weep and then I'll swear