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Lyrics:
Call myself a writer don't know what to say
Sat under the light in my brother's old bay
He feels much brighter wish I'd gotten that
I'm left with the whites of my eyes from my dad
Call myself a fighter I'm left with no tank
Sat under this light of the lamp coming blank
I feel much tighter than two years ago
My body's not right it's left dark in my soul
Leave me
Breathe me.