I got water on the brain My mind is like a drain Here I go again Over the hill
My eyes don't seem too clear I'm not sure what I hear It seems I'm going clear Over the hill
Like a cripple and his crutch I have leaned a bit too much Seems that I should never touch again Now it seems it's plain to see That this stuff is killing me Got to quit, so, I'll be free again
I got too much to lose No one can fill my shoes Think I'll leave the blues Over the hill
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