Untitled waltz

Give me two dollars, I'll tell you a story
Of cigarette ashes and drink
It might entertain you or bore you or change you
It might not be what you want to think
But it's about a good friend of mine, Hassle's his name
He's a fellow you might even know
He looks fine on the outside, he's had lots of practice
But he's got no more luck of his own

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Why can't we all find enough peace of mind till tomorrow
That's what I'm wonderin', and that's what I'm hopin'
That's what I'll find
Why can't we all find enough reasons for living life like we'd like to
That's what I'm wonderin', and that's what I'm hopin'
That's what I'll find

We're both young and troubled, we're both losin' time
And we're both close to not turnin' back
But he's further along and he's nearer the border
And closer to destruction than me
And I can see what's been happenin' and what's going down
And I think it's too late for his soul...
And I think I could save mine if I'd cut it loose
But so far I've just let things roll

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