It's cold, I don't have any place to go / So wrap me up in canvas and stone / And sink me down to whatever depth you need / To wipe me out from your memory
Did you ever think that I would be the one to leave?
You don't believe in everything you read / So I won't believe in anything I see / Cause that would make me a fool among thieves / And that would break me
Did you ever think that I would be the one to leave / Was there any doubt when the chips were down and everyone was out?
It's cold, I don't have any place to go / So wrap me up in silver and gold / And make me worth whatever you see fit / To make me worse
(This will be the last I'll see you.)
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