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Wounded to the core, feeling pain in every bone
He sat in the corner bar, though he preferred to drink alone
He drowned his heartache in liquor of all sorts
Vodka and whiskey, gin and tonic, various beers and ports
His pain is undefinable, it runs like blood through his veins
You see nothing of the man he once was when you look at who remains
His soul feels empty, all the joy has gone, not a flicker of hope to be found
And so he plans to drink his life away, until he ends up in the ground
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