I wish I was a little more clear headed
So I could paste the pieces of last night
I try not to regret it
Sifting through the laughter and the lies
I guess that's just the story of my life
I was born in a 60's winter
My mom was young and my dad had an appetite
A saint and a sinner
Wrestling with what's wrong and what's right
I guess that's just the story of my life
When they roll me down the last long highway
You wont find me putting up a fight
If I could have things my way
They'd all be there just soaking up the light
Wave good bye
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