There's something in the attic behind the door he has no motivation
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anymore all his promises are forgotten... a forgotten once good
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well known remedy because now he chose the bottle not himself and
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brought all his flaws back from the past now he's back where he was
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two years ago another symptom of disease he returns to his life back
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on the streets a lonely man he holds a bible in his left hand and the
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bottle in his right as the cars go down the street he closes his eyes
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as he goes to sleep now the one place left for him to go just like it
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was two years ago... two years ago he was alive now a broken man he's
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torn apart inside his final request he now shall have a final fatal
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step off of the overpass.
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Two Years
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No Motiv |