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Jul 2015
So what's left of me?
I drink from this bottle
I drown in the sorrow
I pray, no more tomorrow

Would you even recognize me?
I sleep with these women
I have lost all conviction
I hope, this was all fiction.

Come back

Come back and I swear I'll save you
Storm
Cowin Alan
Written by
Cowin Alan  Denver
(Denver)   
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