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Funny
21 June, 2004
Author: Ben Franklin

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I used to drink alone,
sit there playing with my buttons
hopeing someone would phone,

For some reason i didnt want to stay at home,
i guess i wanted to be in my false zone,

but one day looked around and realised these men were dying in front of my eyes,
drinking themselfes to death
they had a job and kids,
but still i think they had nothing left.

There not bad people,
there just like you and me
fighting there own private demons,
be it drink drugs or just how you feel about yourself.

so when you see that man alone on the bar stool in the corner,
please dont look at him funny.

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