No more white line fever - no more counting change Eternal slumber calling me Awakening a bold new rage Buried in the bottle - lost what I was thinking A decade plus of hard abuse A lonely man left weak and sinking The truth won't always shine on you Hapiness ain't money - happiness ain't greed Have the strength to dig the hole And have the balls to plant the seed
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