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I know now that I can't make goodHow I wish I couldGo back and putMe where you stoodNothing's really something now the whole thing's sootIt serves to suffer, make a hole in my footAnd I hope you lookAs I fill my bookWhat a waste of woodNothing's really happened like I thought it wouldI can't rest on no dynastyYeah, what is wrong with me?Man, I'm so sorryI got the best of meI really damn been on such a violent spreeBut maybe you can still make a man from meHere on Speyside quayWith what's left of meAs you live and breatheReally know now what had hold on me
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