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What is the price I pay for health The price I pay for this is wealth In the late night hours I think and dream So that in pain I may not scream What should I do with my precious life Frought with pain; Fought in strife I want to be the best I can I want to be a better man But how can I make my dream so When all I know is what I'm told Can I bring myself to live Until I'm gray and old I want to live; Don't want to die I want to see ahead what lies But can I with this awful style I can't seem to even smile
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Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC
Price
What is the price I pay for health The price I pay for this is wealth In the late night hours I think and dream So that in pain I may not scream What should I do with my precious life Frought with pain; Fought in strife I want to be the best I can I want to be a better man But how can I make my dream so When all I know is what I'm told Can I bring myself to live Until I'm gray and old I want to live; Don't want to die I want to see ahead what lies But can I with this awful style I can't seem to even smile
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27/MTF/Medford, Oregon
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC
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