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A Sorrowful Race - The Underground Youth
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A Sorrowful Race The Underground Youth

A Sorrowful Race - The Underground Youth
[Verse 1]
Well, I'm lying in a foreign bed
With a broken chest
A broken rib, a broken heart
Both unable to rest
I curse first the empty bottle
That lies by my side
For the one job that I gave it
Well, it failed as it tried

[Pre-Chorus]
So I stuck a lit candle
Into the bottle's neck
That reminded me of you
Of the time and place we met

[Chorus]
Now the raindrops challenge tears
From the top of my face
Oh, first down to the floor they cry
It's a sorrowful racе
Oh, what a waste

[Verse 2]
Now this cheap conjurer of words asks mе
What I hope to achieve?
I tell him nothing more than I know
And I know little more than I believe
Why he's achieved so much more than I
In such a short amount of time?
Well, I'll never understand how or why
I'll just keep writing line after line
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