"The air in here smells like piss and beer
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The sweet cycle of life", Georgie E would say.
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Thirteen grandchildren gathered around
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Looking down into the ground.
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"A slow descent into darkness,
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I deserve no less",
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His last words carried like an offering
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Upon his dying breath.
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The sweet, sweet cycle of you and I.
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The sweet, sweet memories of you and me
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And the way we used to be.
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I live, like in a dream, among the ruins,
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Of what has been.
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The slow descent into madness,
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The churning swell of love and chaos
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What was once at hand was now
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Forbade to touch.
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The sweet, sweet cycle of you and I.
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The sweet, sweet memories of you and me
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And the way we used to be.
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Annie won't you sit and have another drink with me?
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I'll keep them waiting while you sip your tea.
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Annie won't you sit and list them one more time,
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The reasons why I failed to to keep you mine?
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Regret is for your those with choices,
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Those will voices,
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Those with reasons to stick around.
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So cast me deep into those black depths
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With the reassurance that Death gets
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The sons-of-bitches too.
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(and they won't be coming back for you)
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The sweet, sweet cycle of you and I.
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The sweet, sweet cycle of you and me.
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The sweet, sweet cycle of you and I.
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The sweet, sweet memories of you and me
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And the way we used to be
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When we were free,
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How I long to be.
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The Confession Of Georgie E
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| Cowboy Junkies |
