Black clouds approaching
once my mettle held fast
Now my courage is melting,
with the ice in my glass
Head under covers, so awesome a goal Poor boy you suffer,
faint heart, thirsty soul.
When you've lost the will to carry on,
When your wretched spirit's broken and all hope of it is gone
Do you tell you sorrows to a bottle,
scrape each barrel that you find? Curse the woman that conceived you,
can the world be so unkind?
To a boy with ambition lost and drinking heavily,
Braving jeers of sad derision on a harsh and foaming sea
Do you tell your troubles to a
bottle, scrape each barrel that you find?
Curse the woman that conceived you, can the world be so unkind?
To a boy with ambition lost and drinking heavily,
Braving jeers of sad derision on a harsh and foaming sea
Do you tell your troubles to a
bottle, scrape each barrel that you find?
Curse the woman that conceived you, can the world be so unkind?
To a boy with ambition lost and drinking heavily,
Braving jeers of sad derision on a harsh and foaming sea
Do you tell your troubles to a
bottle, scrape each barrel that you find?
Curse the woman that conceived you, can the world be so unkind?
To the boy

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