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Stephen Stills
Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life
The son of a woman and a man who lived in strife
He was tired of being poor,
And he wasn't into selling door to door
And he worked like the devil to be more
A different kind of poverty now upsets me so
Night after sleepless night, I walk the floor and want to know
Why am I so alone,
Where is my woman, ca I bring her home
Have I driven her away, is she gone
Morning comes the sunrise and I'm driven to my bed
I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head
I embrace the many colored beast
I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace
And I find myself just wishing that my life would surely cease
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