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fiogf49gjkf0d why do i always seem to find myself rightback where i began, hopeless and alone and stoned right up out of my mind. feeling like a fraction of the man that i know that i am inside. why do i close my eyes from behind this wheel and just pray that i will find my way...jose quervo and a brand new car, the combination could kill if there wasnt so much to say.
but at night when i close my eyes you the last thing that i see and i would not be lonely if only you could see me now.
i know why i will sit here at this bar well past last call, i'm waiting for you to walk back through that door but i know that someday will probably never come.
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