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you're still living and I'm still trying
were all just getting older
closer to dying
I've gone back too many times
taking your turn and mines
what was I thinking
was I drinking
was it the green hornet, smoke
that bellowed from underneath
my bedroom door
though I hate the taste
I had to pour, pour and pour more
just to forget my torn heart
and how sore
falling to the floor 
I tap out, no more
pounding the floor
hoping, the devil don't
come to the door
you don't love me anymore
I stopped counting
I can't just can't no longer 
keep score, I know, I'm losing
but I keep on, picking and choosing
hoping someday  for a break
before it's too late for me to win