Paroles de Poor Robert Henry
My illusion, dashed to piecesMy collision, damn the sun
I counted all my blessings
And the damage of that sum
Your life, numbed and drunken
My strength, a voice inside
Ain't it funny how things worked out
My life began the day you died
Ain't it funny how things worked out
My life began the day you died
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