He said I did the best I can And now will he live to see tomorrow? And he stays up all night But still he dreams in time Will we have to face him or just borrow I use to know it all When leavin alcohol And give him anything and he would try it What s in your hand yer holdin? You just keep foldin and foldin What s in your hand yer holdin? That yer holdin And now it seems to me A large does of reality Or maybe someone to confide in And most of the passers by Avoid my brown eye Well they haven t been or seen where I have been And I use to know the boy And now he don t seem so coy Don t speak or even try to fight it

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