Woke up inside myself this morning, uncertainty all around
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Got straight and turned on to some happiness, then I lay back down, all there was around
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Nothing left but ashes, and the smell
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Went down to the corner drug store, the pain was more than I could bare
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They told me that I was illegal, I told them I don't care, let them stand and stare
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Nothin' left but old bones, and the smell
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I know I can't go on, I just can't stand the pain, can't stand the pain,
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I know I just can't stand, guess I'll go insane, go insane
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Guess I was born to be mistreated, contentment seems too hard to find
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Searchin' for some understandin', then I lost my mind, left it far behind
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Nothing left but memories, and the smell
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Nothing Left
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| Johnny Winter |
