Ye get yerself a nap dear. Ye'll feel a lot better for it.
Ye get yerself a nap dear. Ye'll feel a lot better for it.
So I’m cutting that branch off the cherry tree.
Singing this will be my victory.
Then I, I see them coming after me.
And they’re following me across the sea.
And now they’re stinging my friends and my family.
And I, I don’t know why this is happening.
~ Thrice, Black Honey.
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