Drifter, you’re a poor man; walking down a lonely street
An abandoned broken dream, you’ve let go and your wits are beat

Maybe one day you’ll see yourself
Maybe someday

Hangman, you said you see a road; you’ve made your mind, there’s no room for reasons
Wondering, on your feet, now you’re one with the change of seasons

Maybe one day you’ll see yourself
Maybe some day
Maybe one day you’ll stop your lies
Get on your knees and pray!

Outlaw, you’re a dirty dog; draining all the ones you use
Selfish, have you had enough? You’re just another empty bottle of booze.

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