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So, Sam, tell them that the fallen regulars are coming and they'll seal the fate of everyone
Now you are done
Sad to say that the true faith don't sail within you, your nature is flaky, reckless, also spun
With you I'm done

You still miss Mary -- and that's the only that matters
Your love, so glary -- forced to burn her white letters, among a crowd, they spark you off to do it well,
the cheering's loud, they want to lead you to hell

You still miss Mary -- and that's the only that matters
Your love, so glary -- forced to burn her white letters, among a crowd, they spark you off to do it well,
the cheering's loud, they want to lead you to hell