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Four and twenty years ago

I come into this life

The son of a woman and a man who lived in strife

He was tired of being poor

And he wasn't into selling door to door

And he worked like the devil to be more

A different kind of poverty now upsets me so

Night after sleepless night

I walk the floor and I want to know

Why am I so alone?

Where is my woman, can I bring her home?

Have I driven her away, is she gone?

Morning turns to sunrise

And I'm driven to my bed

I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head

I embrace the many coloured beast

I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace?

And I find myself just wishing

That my life would simply cease