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I used to win but my hope and my dreams don’t come easy Bound for my day, late for hours and left very wise Slashed in my hopeless. In wine got no truth that could lead me Talk to myself got no hope let my glory come down I have nothing Hey, all my life’s just a road and the sin(’ll) never spy me Seems all my days got no reason to learn how to pray Why people think that I’m real and I’m probably wise man When day by day getting more fairytales brought by life?
