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A Sorrowful Race
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Well, I'm lying in a foreign bed With a broken chest A broken rib, a broken heart Both unable to rest I curse first the empty bottle That lies by my side For the one job that I gave it Well, it failed as it tried So I stuck a lit candle Into the bottle's neck That reminded me of you Of the time and place we met Now the raindrops challenge tears From the top of my face Oh, first down to the floor they cry It's a sorrowful racе Oh, what a waste Now this cheap conjurer of words asks mе What I hope to achieve? I tell him nothing more than I know And I know little more than I believe Why he's achieved so much more than I In such a short amount of time? Well, I'll never understand how or why I'll just keep writing line after line After line after line After line after line After line after line After line after line After line Now the raindrops challenge tears From the top of my face Oh, first down to the floor they cry It's a sorrowful race Oh, what a waste
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