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Wear the made of thorns on the day I was born
By the light of a television
And I remember the in his uniform
As he marched the field of vision

Well he didn't come home and it was just us
The and the widowed civilian
one April night after Ma took her life
I fell the street to oblivion

And I what the dumpsters were giving
And I did my best to
'Cause I that life's for the living
you're alive
While alive

out the gin and the small violins
I'm a raging success as a
And it's colder than hell in cardboard hotel
Which I share with a chronic

So I beat my retreat down collister
To one of my places
And tangled my wings with wire and string
But I'm spinning in a of faces

And I'll what the dumpsters are giving
And do my best to survive
'Cause I think that life's for the living
Yes I still that life's for the living

And I'll take what the are giving
And I'll pray night to St. Giles
But I still that life's for the living
At least for a
At least for a