First thing he does when he climbs out of bed He searches out a place to drink his daily bread He wraps himself up tight in alcohol It keeps him warm at night like grandma's shawl When he was a child with everything planned and his body was clean Now he sits all alone in a room with a view with the brick wall he's run into Life has a way of leaving people like him stained First thing she does when she goes out at night She sells a smile to get what fills her up inside She brings plenty home and slowy gets stoned in a room by herself Alone in a room with a view of the brick wall she's run into Life has a way of leaving people like us stained
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