in a time of calling we have found our youth,
we have found our reason and we'll sail away,
in a time of reason we will endlessly parade,
we will fill our tankards as we spill out truth.
this time i've got the better of the downtown blues,
and i'll sing a song to me and i'll sing a song and say
"there is nothing better than a dark cold alleyway
where a mutt can be a man and i can speak to you
and there's no more reason as to why we should feel new
than the reason i feel endlessly regret-less in the way i fell for you."
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