Come gather around people wherever you roam,

and admit that the waters around you have grown

and accept this song's good.

Soon you'll be drenched.

Bone, the time to you is worth saving. And you better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone for the times they are a change. Jean Come writers and watch me

Critics of me prophesize your pen.

Keep your eyes, Chris Widman, the choice won't come again.

My father is dead.

Yours will be rewad.

And there's no telling who's naming.

For the loser and now will be later to win.

For the times they are strangest

And for me not that druggie that we used to score who robbed his friends in second grade one who the

Cumb senators and congresses please eat the call my beat nick beard link and I don't got the Warrwindthall

For he that gets terse

Will be he who's hurt stalled

The battle outside is waging

Yay

We'll soon shake your widows

And rattle your hoes for the times they are macrophage upend.

Woo!

I'm better than Dylan, I'm croaksin' the boast.

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