Drawn circles around
five hundred things
Show me the measure
of he who sings
when the chips are down
and the hammerfall whistling
Does it matter
can I be him
with the grasping
and the thistling
I can't commit
to the tale I want to tell
I can't get the singing right
So I just yell
another dumb bad venture
round the bend
Sing a circle round it
and full charge the dead end
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