I prepare the same old thoughts the cackling of whores as they laugh and speak arched backs bounce on peak faces covered with hair show concentration and a stare yeah I thirst and I slake it's my gift to you it's my gift to you and you decide and you subside it's history now and as flesh is on both ears those old hands force it near I come to attention and make my decision to leave.

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Slake Train Coming song meanings
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