I haven't walked so many roads
And I'm too young to die
But I can't see the difference
Between death and between life
And I am my gods favorite
He'll give me what I want
But that will be tomorrow
Now I'm drunk and walking home
Wind blows in my face
But I'm not getting cold
Maybe I'm lying dead
Maybe I'm getting old
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