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A swamp rat crawled on dry land
Just to see what's up
He died like the creature that he was
Foreign animal
Nobody came to the service
Nobody pressed their luck.
This bird will not sing for you
This bird will not sing for me
Black morning tell me what has this come to
Another day to waste away
Lying here with you.
I don't know what is real and what is not
It's all come together, cosmic mixing pot
A swamp rat crawled on dry land
Now he's in his grave
His dead hands are shaking violence
His ambition's vague
He could set it all straight
If he had another day
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