So many friends I’ve come to know
I ache to let my feelings show
I once had booze to make me free
It was false … It’s plain to see
I’ve put the bottle on the shelf
I pray to you (God) to find myself.
So many friends I’ve come to know
I ache to let my feelings show
I once had booze to make me free
It was false … It’s plain to see
I’ve put the bottle on the shelf
I pray to you (God) to find myself.
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