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Dec 2013
You made your choice and walked away from what I offered you
A cabin on the mountain side with sea and forest views

I offered you your freedom from a life of toil and misery
But someone some where out there decided it wasn't meant to be

The first time that I met you you were high and dressed in rags
You were hanging around with the wrong crowd and most of them were bad

Where are you now I wonder, with me you would have been treated like a queen
Are you laying in some filthy gutter having alcohol fueld dreams?

Why did you let it happen, what turned you onto crack?
Oh somebody said try it, it won't hurt you. Well this is the end result

Your life gets a little shorter every time you take a puff
You're poisoning every body cell when you use that filthy stuff

Where do you get your money to get your ***** smoke?
Perhaps you sell your body to every other passing bloke

When I first met you you were beautiful,Β Β just like a pageant queen
But now your face is *****, ***** grey and worn

It's to late now to show remorse for the things that you have done
The man in black is waiting and your life will soon be gone
Joe Cole
Written by
Joe Cole  Horsham Sussex
(Horsham Sussex)   
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     Chalsey Wilder, C S Cizek, Joe Cole and Victor
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