Every Day I’m Working On My Soul

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Every day I’m working on my soul
Trial & error to recover the purity of this heart
I’m not always proud of my checkered past
But the moments aren’t offered a la carte
I need to keep moving in spite of failures
Keep my legs churning until the sun shines
One day I will succeed in my own eyes
Wherever I go, I take a hope & love of mine

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A Broken Bottle Of Scotch & An Empty Stripper

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A broken bottle of scotch & an empty stripper

Checking my watch for the time to set sail

Three bloody sheets & all the usual drivel

Keeping always one eye on the day’s mail

Unsavory characters gathered around my table

I can’t walk straight, but my heart goes out to thee

Smoke & bar light reveal a familiar feeling

Failure felt all those years trying to break free

Hiding behind myself, not wanting to attract

Fingernail scrapes will lead to further attention

I leave this room in no condition to go

Held hostage by all the words you felt obligated to mention

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