YOU
You offered me wings
I clung to pristine majesty
Sometimes it has to end
Gambling and whiskey never
Left a night any less lonesome
I'm still torn up inside
The avenue and alleys
Were once all that really mattered
You offered me wings and I
clung to the sky
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