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Cowards Have No Plans
I don't think you'll ever understand
How I have always longed
To be the coward
And take Death's sweet, sweet hand
But once underground
I shall never again feel your little hand
I must stay here despite the quicksand
How I have always longed
To be the coward
And take Death's sweet, sweet hand
But once underground
I shall never again feel your little hand
I must stay here despite the quicksand
Published 20th Sep 2016
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