When I got dry as a desert I got mean
I was as lonely and empty as a canteen
With no anesthetic you're bound to be sore
but tonight I am drinking all peaceful and warm
And just when I got fed up with the gray sky
The sun came out of nowhere like a bar fight
And it knocked out the wind
Ans it bruised me with light
And I felt grateful for living
just like I
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