Hey Kid, Put the bottle down
To turn your frown
Sorrows never drown
They know dead man's float
And stick around and gloat
While you age and bloat
Not a cure but a curse
Making everything worse
Freedom key is in your purse
Still, quiet space
Puts a smile on your face
Saves you and your race
From this desperate place and time
Travelling a path sublime
Making friends with your own mind.
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