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I'll be the grapes ferm
Bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit Like a perfect gentlemen I'll be the fire
hat's bolted to the ancient brick Where you will sit and contemplate your day I'll be the waterwings that sa
f you start drowning In an open tab when your judgement's on the brink I'll be the phonograph that plays your
e Albums back as your lying there drifting off to sleep... I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity'