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I spent a Amdozen years, Fliving in a Cbottle AmDrowning thoughts with Fwhiskey flavored Cstones AmTerrified Fof my own humaCnity But the Amtruth I've learned is Fthat we're all alonCe
You either Amdie young and Fpass with your convicCtion Or you Amlive long enough to Fbecome what you hatCe AmWe all think that Fwe're destined for Cgreatness But the Amclock is more Fdependable than Cfate
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And now Ammoderation is Fjust my new adCdiction I'm Amkeeping track as a Fway to pass the timeC AmStruggling Fwith my mediCocrity AmCautionary Ftale where CI'm the paradigm
Now I'm Amtrying to learn, to Flive inside the Cmoment But Amanxiety somehoFw always prevailCs AmLonely though I've Fgiven up on Cprivacy A Amcommon state of minFd, when everyonCe you meet's in sales
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You ain't Amborn with strength, it's Fsomething you develoCp So I Amhold my head up Fhigh, the way men Cdo in cowboy songs UnAmcertainty ways Fheavy on your Cshoulders AmLiving the dream still Foccasionally feels Cwrong
I said that Amliving the dream still Foccasionally feels Cwrong