the lines of my earth so brittle, unfertile, and ready to die
i need a drink but the well has gone dry
and we in the habit of saying the same things all over again
for the money we shall make
this is the last song that i write till you tell me otherwise
and it's because i just don't feel it
this is last song till you tell me otherwise
and it's because i just don't feel it anymore
it should be our time this fertile youth's black soil is ready for rain
the harvest is nigh but the well has gone dry
and they in the habit of saying the same things all over again
about the money we shall make
this is the last song that i write till you tell me otherwise
and it's because i just don't feel it
this is the last song till you tell me otherwise
and it's because i just don't feel anymore
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