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63 lines
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Dear old friend
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I'm feeling hopeless again
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I'm giving in to my vices bottle in hand
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Dear old friend
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I think I'm slipping again
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At the end of my rope
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This pain, this pain in my head
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I could use your sage old advice
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Some words to calm me down
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I ain't been sleeping much nights
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With my girl sleeping all over town
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Short list of my enemies
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Since days I spent in the trench
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But he ain't no man, he's a cheat
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A coward staring down death
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Dear old friend
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In this letter I'll never send
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I confess I'd kill them both where they stand
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Dear old friend
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You only get what you give
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At the end of my rope
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This pain, this pain in my head
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I could use your sage old advice
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Some words to calm me down
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I ain't been sleeping much nights
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With my girl sleeping all over town
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Short list of my enemies
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Since days I spent in the trench
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But he ain't no man, he's a cheat
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A coward staring down death
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My old friend
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I'm feeling hopeless again
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On the front lines
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I watched as good men died
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I left a piece of me in foreign country side
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And in my own home, I'm a stranger now
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I was a father once
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Lies built on losing ground
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On the front lines
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Boys buried where they lie
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I left a piece of me in foreign country side
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And in my own home, I'm a stranger now
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I was a husband once
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Lies built on losing ground
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My old friend, my old friend
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I'm feeling hopeless again
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____________________
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Name Hopeless Again
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Artist Defeater
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