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Whether you’re a heaven-bound sinner or a hell-raising saint Whether you know who you are or only know who you ain’t To the four-fingered heroes or the five-fingered thieves To the wife that groans or the widow that grieves If you look at your life with no self-driven fault Or desire the past like a pillar of salt Maybe it’s God or maybe it’s booze Just be sure you can live with the life that you choose Lay it all out let it be seen Let it be more than another bitter and broken-down dream