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Jun 2020
Life whats the cost, yeah whats the cost
Is it all I've lost, yeah its all I've lost
Keep the lights on, pay that bill
Where's the food gone, musta ate my fill
Lights on in the loft, food gone I'm growin soft

I grew up in the radiation of the city sun
Long work weeks and shoplifting city fun
Grinding gears and hamster wheels to run
Getting to the city maybe I jumped the gun

Wanted to kick it in style out of the wild
Got kicked to the curb and put on file
Put to work washing up a dish pile
Customer pleasing and greeting for awhile

Till my custom became scraping for greenery
Money fields where I toil lost a harvest to robbery
Green fields smoked it for miles burnin some shrubbery
To make my life smile for a little while then back to drudgery

And maybe I hold a grudge but who are you to judge
Lived my life harder partying in the mud and sludge
Lost my mind in the rain to a psychedelic deluge
Lived my life harder crying in the mud and the sludge

Even now that I've gone across the pond
And it all couldn't be further
My past still holds a strong bond
To my habits and murmurs

Life whats the cost, yeah whats the cost
Is it all I've lost, yeah its all I've lost
But I'm glad I'm able to grow fat and soft
Even if the past is still haunting this ghost
Bard
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Bard  25/M/Anchorage, Alaska
(25/M/Anchorage, Alaska)   
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