MacbethMacbethMacbeth

Raise your emptied glass to victories your wounds forget
Old kings soon shall pass
Robes worn down to barren threads
You look too young, for a suit so aged

Any fool will soon be parted
From his gold or from his flesh
You look too young (you look too young), for a suit so aged
Can't cut wood from trees so thin at the waist

By their thousands, all your heroes hell will call

You look too young (you look too young) for a suit so aged
Can't cut wood from trees so thin at the waist



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Writer(s): Charlie Barnes
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