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I’m still here but I won’t last

Keep seeing glimpses of my dammed past

My chances of success were always small

Can’t get a job, didn’t go to school

The streets are my home and that’s where I stay

Picking up coins is my best pay

I buy what I need, the rest goes on booze

I’ve only got my life to lose

I do what I want, within reason

And take advantage of my homes freedom

Against a wall, that’s where I lie

That’s where I live and that’s where ill die.