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D'you think I've got a place to chill
A place to smile at scumbags
Each and every one of us
Has two halves to their being：
One dark the other light
F**k off to that crap
Your men are like the moon
They come at night
And leave before the dawn
In places where porters are sobbing
And chimneysweeps dream of ash：
That's your drunken string
Drink down to the bottom
While I'm not alone
Howl musician howl
Bawl country bawl
Your heart is moved by passion
And I'm your drunken string
