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Four and twenty years ago
I come into this life
Born of a woman and a man who lived in strife.
He was tired of being poor,
And he wasn't into selling door-to-door
And he worked like the devil to be free.

A different kind of poverty
Now upsets me soul
Night after sleepless night
I walk the floor and want to know
Why, am I so alone?
Where is my woman, can I take her home?
Have I driven her away, is she gone?

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-colored beast
I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace?
And I find myself just wishing
That my life would simply cease.

2007-03-26 17:17:34 · 1 answers · asked by Anonymous in Entertainment & Music Music

1 answers

Stephen Stills

2007-03-26 17:21:33 · answer #1 · answered by OhWhatCanIDo 4 · 1 0

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