Even Less
A body is washed up on a Norfolk beachHe was a friend that I could not reachHe thought I was cold but I understandBut for the grace of god goes another man
And I may just waste away from doing nothingBut you're a martyr for even less
A choirboy is buried on the moorsWhere we used to go dreaming when we were boredSo some kids are best left to fend for themselvesAnd others were born to stack shelves
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