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| Crosby Stills Nash & Young |
4+20
4+20 years ago
I come into this life
The son of a woman
And a man who lived in strife
He was tired of being poor
And he wasn't into selling door to door
And he worked like the devil to be more
A different kind of poverty now upsets my soul
Night after sleepless night
I walk the floor and I want to know
Why am I so alone?
Where is my woman can I bring her home?
Have I driven her away?
Is she gone?
Morning comes to sunrise
And I'm driven to my bed
I see that it is empty
And there's devils in my head
I embrace the many colored beast
I grow weary of the torment
Can there be no peace?
And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease.
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And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease.
Can there be no peace?
I grow weary of the torment
I embrace the many colored beast
And there's devils in my head
I see that it is empty
And I'm driven to my bed
Morning comes to sunrise
Is she gone?
Have I driven her away?
Where is my woman can I bring her home?
Why am I so alone?
I walk the floor and I want to know
Night after sleepless night
A different kind of poverty now upsets my soul
And he worked like the devil to be more
And he wasn't into selling door to door
He was tired of being poor
And a man who lived in strife
The son of a woman
I come into this life
4+20 years ago
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