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What do I want with my life now that youre gone?
I want your ghost gone
What do I want with this wood now that its sawn?
I want the stump gone
And the land that it grew on
Oh Black Lagoon, you have my shoe
So I go shoe less
I go muddy crawling through
What do I want with my home now that Im gone?
I want the shades drawn
And the overgrown lawn
I would gladly abandon a limb in the traps jaw
Just as long as I crawl on
With no trapper to call on
Thorough and true, by stem and root
I know no one now
Now I say who?