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This is not the life I planned of living When I was in my caring mother's womb Like a flowing river,I keep changing direction Yesterday I was straightedge Today I am a drunkard The wine and whiskey I saw on Television Are now brewed in my backyard And fermented inside my aging stomach Born in the ninety's I grew up not socialising with women Like a confession l keep changing Yesterday I was a monk Today I am a womanizer The females I used to admire Now satisfy my desires
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Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 2:50 PM UTC
Like A Confession I Keep Changing
This is not the life I planned of living When I was in my caring mother's womb Like a flowing river,I keep changing direction Yesterday I was straightedge Today I am a drunkard The wine and whiskey I saw on Television Are now brewed in my backyard And fermented inside my aging stomach Born in the ninety's I grew up not socialising with women Like a confession l keep changing Yesterday I was a monk Today I am a womanizer The females I used to admire Now satisfy my desires
Life involves changes
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Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 2:50 PM UTC
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