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"Haggard S.O.B."

Eyes bloodshot, haven't laid
my head and closed them
nearly enough the last three
weeks

Sleep runs away from me:
doesn't seem to want to grant
me the relief of its rest much
these days

So I work and I think and I
think and I drink and live in a
haze and make love to stay sane      

My heads becoming complicated
from the deprivation but still I
push      

And hands are calloused and cut
from breaking glass all day...

But still, I'll keep on till I fade...

That's the only way I know
Written by hungrypan74 (Dantalyon)
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