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I hear you're alive, how disappointing
I don't know if you'll arrive, how surprising
I've also survived, no thanks to you
I've kept on surviving, what more can I do?
Did I not bring you some glee
Thought these meetings bought you glee
Mister, oh, look at me
Oh, my stranger, look at me
Now I'll burn all the memories of you
Now I'll miss reminiscing with you
All those lonely miles that you ride
These many hundred years that I've thrived
Now you'll walk with no one by your side
How you'd sat with just me at your side
Did you ever even care
I thought you had cared
With your swords and your stupid hair?
'Bout my grin and my stupid hair
Now watch me laugh as I burn all the memories of you
Watch me cry, reliving these meetings with you
Ladies and gentlemen, you have been the most beautiful audience
Ladies and gentlemen, you have been the most beautiful audience
Remember to toss a coin if you can
Remember to watch The Sandman if you can
If anyone needs me, I'll be at the bar
Anyone needs Hob, he'll be brooding at the bar
What for d'you yearn?
Where have you gone?
It's the point of no return
I don't know if you'll return
After everything we did, we saw
With everything I said, you saw
You turned your back on me
You stormed right out on me
What for d'you yearn?
Oh, where've you gone?
Watch that butcher burn
I have grown most fond
At the end of my days when I'm through
At the end of my time once I'm through
No word that I've written will ring quite as true as "burn!"
No word that I can think of rings quite as true as "fond!"
Burn, butcher, burn
Fond, stranger fond
Burn, butcher, burn
I'm fond, stranger
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
Fond, fond, fond, fond, fond, fond, fond
Watch me burn all the memories of you
I'll admit. I'm so very fond of you
Here's the full thing:
I don't know if you'll arrive, how surprising
I've kept on surviving, what more can I do?
Thought these meetings bought you glee
Oh, my stranger, look at me
Now I'll miss reminiscing with you
These many hundred years that I've thrived
How you'd sat with just me at your side
I thought you had cared
'Bout my grin and my stupid hair
Watch me cry, reliving these meetings with you
Ladies and gentlemen, you have been the most beautiful audience
Remember to watch The Sandman if you can
Anyone needs Hob, he'll be brooding at the bar
Where have you gone?
I don't know if you'll return
With everything I said, you saw
You stormed right out on me
Oh, where've you gone?
I have grown most fond
At the end of my time once I'm through
No word that I can think of rings quite as true as "fond!"
Fond, stranger fond
I'm fond, stranger
Fond, fond, fond, fond, fond, fond, fond
I'll admit. I'm so very fond of you