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Eleventh He Reaches London

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All i'd want from god, is kiss his red hand
Look in his eyes and spit on his face

I've now become, a weight on the scales
A whale to the sea, a ghost to the home

I'd want from god, a sleep with no wake
Ironic and true and gaze to the north

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