Sleep rolls in the grave Oh how we stayed how you never Up and wake But you hide in your cellars Brewing thoughts to make you drunk and you wait For your profits to come Well for you well I hope they do So your seats in the den Darkness imbeds and you know Only one thing is clear Only ghosts will be Only ghosts will be Harvest this year Hmm hmhm hmm Hmmmm hmm hmmh mhmmmmmmmmmmmm
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