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von Mark William Lewis

He was always sick
He could never play
Could never play
He′s the first to admit that
He made mistakes
He made mistakes
He had it in his grip but it got away
He had it in his grip but it got away
It got away It got away
Blood in your spit every fucking day
Blood in your spit every fucking day
Crying over it doesn't make any difference
You′ve got the keys to your kingdom
Yeah, but the gold on your wrist
Makes you feel like you're invincible
Invincible