I'm down to one last cigarette
And perhaps two steps left
Please God don't make me feel anymore, anymore..
Never made it as a wise man,
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'.
Tired of livin' like a blind man,
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feelin,
And this is how you remind me
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