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Cobra
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John Barleycorn
Quicksand stretches around me, in all directions I had met my match. I had been overwhelmed. As the alcohol rose to my head, I told myself this time is the end we feel we are on the broad highway, walking hand in hand with the spirit of the universe. I Sell my soul to my friend no words can tell the loneliness of that way Take my soul, my friend Maybe if you drank with me, it would help. I used to think to myself Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com my problems with whiskey, were of our own making. Bottles were only a symbol. Is drinking a way of killing myself?, or is killing myself a way of drinking? the best friend to walk with, across the path of gods, made out of naked truths and death. I Sell my soul to my friend no words can tell the loneliness of that way Take my soul, my friend Maybe if you drank with me, it would help.
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