| Back From The Dead |
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I heard it said
You had come back from the dead
You were playing so fine
Scooping up the soul of the wine
Now courage my boy
When they look you in the eye
Try not to look too scummy
If you need some money
And you want their money
Now I know...
This ain't no happy place to be
You know they're nice around me
You know they're nice about me
And everyone agrees
About what's won in a year from here, my friend
Promises, promises...
You've heard it all before
But nobody ever
Ever get me more...
Oh yes courage my boy
When you look them in the eye
That they laugh if they try to be funny
All along...
Belong
You're still my son
And coin my words
Oh it's absurd how you get so
Very old, man
Typical tan
Took me in hand
To ...
... hour
Banged or bruised
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