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Wino on the street, drinkin' a bottle of booze
Ain't got nothing to say, yeah, and he don't got much to lose
Times are on his face, blisters on his brain
Wonders who's at fault, knows that he's to blame
Thinks back on his childhood and wonders the reasons why?
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