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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
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