The Gaol

on this little plot, where we lay, where we lay
I could sleep for hours, she could sleep for days
beyond the debtor's door, where we hang, where we hang
I could die right now, she will die today

feel the time pass you by
feed the past you've designed

Offer me unto the sea
the crown that weighs me down is laughing as I drown
Burry me, if I'm too free
the crown that weighs me down won't hear me under ground

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