Its not often
That it happens all the time
I remain me
Shorn of muck and slime
For to live life
Is to die everyday
To be born again
And try yet another way
To be me, my kind
Leaving slime well behind.
That it happens all the time
I remain me
Shorn of muck and slime
For to live life
Is to die everyday
To be born again
And try yet another way
To be me, my kind
Leaving slime well behind.
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