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A hard wind blows from tomorrow,
The cold rain beats my face.
I've been everywhere and it's all the same,
I know I'll never find my place.
When I stare up at the ceiling,
Or gaze into the skies,
My ears fill up with teardrops,
As they trickle from my eyes.

I can't stand the sorrow of another day,
So I'll grab my bottle and I'll drink my blues
away.
The bottle is my only friend,
It'll get me through the night,
And I'll be looking for another bottle,
To get me through the morning light.

A drunkard's life is easy, this rotgut numbs my
brain.
Though my life is a downhill struggle,
At least I feel no pain
Time has no meaning, the future is the past,
Life and death become the same
Trapped in a prison of glass.