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Jib-Jib
though this endless poll
I say it's up to fate
But I am hell bound
When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
Though this is all for you
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold
It's woven in my soul
Don't wanna hide the truth
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
No matter what we breed
Are the worst of all
And the blood's run stale
may take a deadly toll
