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BiteI remember thingsWe weren't in the plan Long ago when I was a young man Never tried to hide Never really saw the house that holds The hawk's head cold is mine, yes I drink myself into a drunken mess Lose my luck, fail the test They are the things I wanna say to you They are things that I'd like to say to you |