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ON A LIMB
ON A LIMB
Just a misanthrope without any hope
Hanging and dangling on the end of a rope
Swinging and singing without any breath
Dancing with Death on A whim
As the bright light of twilight suddenly dims
and grins at my Southerly sins
on A rope gently swaying within dancing belief
hanging out on the end of a limb
Just a misanthrope without any hope
Hanging and dangling on the end of a rope
Swinging and singing without any breath
Dancing with Death on A whim
As the bright light of twilight suddenly dims
and grins at my Southerly sins
on A rope gently swaying within dancing belief
hanging out on the end of a limb
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