I was down an impossible folly to fall in the face of adversity.
Lost my bike, lost the game, lost it all,
Lost my friend to crushed pills, lost my humor and wit.
I am mad, I am helplessly bored.
I need cash, I need drugs, I need gallons of alcohol.
In my dreams I fall back to the summer of ‘99,
That was our only time.
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Hand grenades…a really good and old song!
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