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Four and 20 years ago, I come into this life
Saw a lonely woman and a man who lived in strife
It was tough being poor
And he wasn't into sellin' door to door
And he worked like a devil to make more

A different kind of poverty now upsets my soul
Night after sleepless night, I walk the floor
And I want to know, why am I so alone?
Where is my man? Can I bring him home?
Have I driven him away years ago?

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-coloured beast
I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace?
And I find myself just wishin' that my life would simply cease



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen A. Stills
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