Из альбома: Seed of Decades

My illusion - dashed to pieces
My collision - damn the son
I counted all my blessings
And the damage of that sum

Your life - numbed and drunken
My strength - a voice inside
Ain't it funny how things worked out
My life began the day you died

Poor Robert Henry

Poor Robert Henry drinkin' broke apart our lives
Lost you from last year
And more
Poor Robert Henry drinkin' blotted out your mind
Blotted out your mind

Your sky - always falling
Like you from barroom chairs
I didn't want to hate
But your abuse was hard to bear

Your life - numbed and drunken
My strength - a voice inside
Ain't it funny how things worked out
My life began the day you died

Poor Robert Henry

Poor Robert Henry drinkin' broke apart our lives
Lost you from last year
And more
Poor Robert Henry drinkin' blotted out your mind
Blotted out your mind

Drinkin' blotted out your mind
Blotted out your mind

I'll go on livin' in all my desperation
Now you're gone

Desperation

Poor Robert Henry

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