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Lyrics
I've been a fool,
I've been a king,
I've been a gambling man,
And i've lost everything.
I've been a criminal,
And I've paid for what I've done,
I've been fighting back,
But I've been overcome.
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And I sit and wait for inspiration,
Or a question that I should ask,
What I need I'll find at the bottom of my glass.
I've been a preacher man,
I've been a saint,
I've been a superstar,
All washed-up again.
I raised the battle-cry,
When the revolution was here,
And I turned and ran,
When my grace returned to fear.
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And I've been holding on to nothing,
Because hope is out of my grasp,
What I need i'll find at the bottom of my glass.
And it ain't hard to understand it,
It ain't hard for me to see,
But I prefer the blindness,
Of a bar-room fantasy.
And it ain't long before the morning,
Shines her scornful light on me,
But i'll take one more drink before the daylight,
Sets those demons free.
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And I've been crying out to Heaven,
Because faith is fading fast,
What I need I'll find at the bottom of my glass.
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