Now show some pity, for the weak of will
Because when we're drinking, we can never be filled
And show some undentanding, for the lonely fool
Because when l'm drinking, l'm out of control
No I was never young, and nothing has transpired
And when I look in the mirror, I feel dead, I feel cold,
I am blind.
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