Lyrics I heard today that inexplicably inspired me to post them here:
Thousands of people would die for a chance to be alone
And there's millions more who'd kill if they thought they'd make a friend
Oh, it's nonsense I know, but have to find out where they could be living
You never know, they could be living in sin
The could carrying shame
For a price find someone to carry the blame
Find out what makes your heart sing
Because I've found out already what makes my heart sing
From the last verse of "Southern Mark Smith (Big Return)"
by the Jazz Butcher
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