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When I was a little boy I fed my mother a bottle of whiskey While she was pregnant, Unbeknownst to me. I felt bad to say the least. And when my little

I'll fight a fight that I can't win. I'll commit the mortal sin. Then God will punch me in the chin. And then I'll smile a toothless grin. I'll smile

We're all buying into something we say we don't want a part of And we're all trying to put our fingers on emotions we can't place And we're all dying