I met a man without a face With knowledge of the human race He smelt and felt and dealt with grace Stupid enough to think that he'd seen it all I saw his eyes as he saw mine An optimism quite sublime He furnished words to touch your heart At least it seemed at the very start Lay back on me pal I'm here You won't have nothing to fear Thought I'd seen those locks before Tap tapping on a creaking door I'd let him in at times of war to take my mind off senseless misery And as the recognition hit Mugshots I'd seen began to fit I said to him you worthless shit
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