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Hey here's some thing to ponder; as the old man snores,
they'll only hope you'll never change you'll never change she'll never change; don't regret,
your life, was born on broken shores.
Happy as you are,
a hope that surely can't go far,
until the setting of an eastern son; my god,
you sad o'joyous lot'll never leave regreting,
splintered lives, on the sands, born, of broken shores.
And you'll die twice on over on the way to next regret.
they'll only hope you'll never change you'll never change she'll never change; don't regret,
your life, was born on broken shores.
Happy as you are,
a hope that surely can't go far,
until the setting of an eastern son; my god,
you sad o'joyous lot'll never leave regreting,
splintered lives, on the sands, born, of broken shores.
And you'll die twice on over on the way to next regret.