Jonathan, give me life.
To the South Atlantic Ocean, I'll retire.
Hunting down schemes after dark,
We'll drink until our eyeballs bust.
But you're already blind and you're stayin' up to piss in this dirt
And if I boil down, will the others realize what I'm worth, worth to you?
Boy, you've been here for two hundred years
One jug of rye and I disintegrate.
You old motherfucker, make my memories erupt.
When she held out her hand and I came in the way that I left
If I could design a moment, I'd have wept, wept for you
Boy, you've been here for two hundred years.
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