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Sometimes a sadness comes over me. And I drag myself under the porch   like a wounded dog,   injured and ashamed ready to die, alone I never let the rest the world see me like this. My friends and family, What would they think? probably the worst, Maybe they wouldn't think about it at all, It didn't make much difference. I howled and moaned and wept, And sooner or later, when I built up the courage, Usually, after a night in a tall glass,   drunken spit, and flickering cigarettes,     I drag myself back out.   I shake out my bones, and start all over again. I know one day I wont have the strength to crawl back out from under the old porch , But that's  okay. We never really had a shot anyway did we?
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
Shake your bones
Sometimes a sadness comes over me. And I drag myself under the porch   like a wounded dog,   injured and ashamed ready to die, alone I never let the rest the world see me like this. My friends and family, What would they think? probably the worst, Maybe they wouldn't think about it at all, It didn't make much difference. I howled and moaned and wept, And sooner or later, when I built up the courage, Usually, after a night in a tall glass,   drunken spit, and flickering cigarettes,     I drag myself back out.   I shake out my bones, and start all over again. I know one day I wont have the strength to crawl back out from under the old porch , But that's  okay. We never really had a shot anyway did we?
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
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