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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Upside down and inside out I keep turning Not long ago I stopped believing In myself My mind keeps adding fuel to the fire And the bottles been responsible For the hit taken to my health I'm a full time purveyor of these blues My candle burns from both ends As I try to hide the truth Little did I know that when She walked on out the door That my mind would race towards outter space While my heart fell at the floor Now these blues feel impossible to overcome It's like resistance holds me hostage At the barrel of its gun Though I'm thankful for the reasons That help me write these songs They make my mind contemplate On where it all went wrong I'm a full time purveyor of these blues Arm in arm I walk with Jim and Jack To help pull me through And I keep on living a way of life I never thought I'd choose Only a broken man can understand I'm a purveyor of the blues Naturally I'm still living At rock bottom And this mountains hard to climb Like Elvis sang It's an uphill battle when you live A fulltime life in hell So I guess if I'm gonna go I'll take it all the way I'm a full time purveyor of these blues I guess my path's already set What more do I have to lose Until I climb out of this bottle I'll be stuck here in the blues I'll retire as a broken man And a purveyor to these blues Only a broken man can understand I'm a purveyor of these blues
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