.Uncertain when the idea came
Was maybe in a fit of anger or maybe in a dream
But promises of miracles were all forgotten
Plans lay rotting wallowing in filth
No hopes, no goals, no redemption
A song bereft of passion, a fetus in the sink
A stink of days old whisky on his breath
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