Well, it's all very well that we enjoy this life.
This life we got,
It's an all-you-can-eat buffet.
But what to do, when it all starts tasting,
like ash, like nothing?
What to do, when all the plates are dirty,
and the forks aren't clean,
and the wine's all muddy?
What are you going to say,
when this things strings start pulling,
the days are long,
and the the grins aren't showing?
It's a strange, strange thing to be starving at a feast, and silent in a crowd. It's a sad, sad thing, that we're loners in sardine cans.
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