I see you stranger
Pique runs through your tears
Might have had a couple of beers
‘Cause your soul’s in danger
From your common fears
You pray for angel
To release you from this hell
Thus, I can tell
That your soul is loving
And that it’s worth something
Don’t end it all
Drink, brood, and cry
But do not let yourself die
‘Cause your wounds are not fatal
They are as common as mine’s
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