Hine Rupert Immunity Scratching At Success He's scratching at success Like some poor dog locked in a room His claws are torn and sore And still no one will open up the door The water he drank long ago And food can't ease the roaring pain And even as he howls No one will bring him fame I told you so many times, my nails are wet you are the one I will forget. |
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