i worked and i saved he said
it took along time my friend
i fell alone on an open field
it was my soul that i had killed
with a hole in my heart
and a whiskey bottle for a shield
it never dawned on me i felt lost
with my thoughts and words left embossed
let me know now
wicked days coming out now
smile just to bring me up when your down
the steps i take trip and fall
into my life it was you that crawled
out with the memories you call
i turned to my friend and said it all
in the chair i felt dead
but the old book he still read
let me know
put a gun to my head

 
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