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24 lines
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He awoke in a cold sweat to those old sounds of heartbreak.
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His brother at his side screaming "This isn't your fight."
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But that rush took over his head and he came to his mother's side.
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And he found himself alone with that devil rambling.
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"Oh, well the money's all gone and she can't pay the rent with that needle in her arm."
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He clenched his fists.
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"What did she ever do to you, but raise us by herself when you were too drunk to come through?"
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He took a swing.
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"That's some nerve you got kid."
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"Yeah, well they'll put that on your tombstone as the last thing that you said. I never wanted to kill a man, like i want to kill you, man."
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The years of pain boiled over, trading blows across the counter.
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And when that devil was down he grabbed for his empty old friend Jack.
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He caught his eye as he took his last breath and that vice went to his head again and again.
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"Dear God, what have you done?" cried out his mother.
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"That devil drunk was no father. Another name on a list for unpaid bookies and gambling debts."
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That spiteful stare of his brother.
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"I ain't no forgiver or forgetter. I'll make you pay for this when you least expect it."
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He washed the blood from his hands, kissed his mother and stepped into cold night air.
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Name Forgiver Forgetter
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Artist Defeater
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Album Travels
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