In my life, I got one care
prescribed to get me livin',
and tho' my body's full o' fear,
I still ain't scared of nothin'.
I got no mem'ry of what's beauty,
unbound by my weather;
But the fire of each increasing storm-
well, that's what I remember.
I wish I could be good and clean
like you and all your wonder,
and I wish this could be over,
but instead, it's got me under.
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