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If I lay here and dream about tomorrow
Could I take or even borrow every wish and make it mine?
At night it rains, washes hate from every finger
Building up, I watch it linger for any day it will return.
The morning sun, Burns the pleasent thoughts im thinking
I start the day with heavy drinking and hope for one more day.

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