The Ballad of Jane Doe - from Ride the Cyclone
Some might say we're released. Pushing daises, deceased. But we all know the worms must be fed. There's just one lingering fear. Oh my soul, is it here? Or is it rotting somewhere with my head? Oh my soul, oh my soul, oh my soul, oh my soul.
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