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I thought to leave your bed For the street was as simple as saying goodbye I couldn’t see how blind a man can be Lord, how quickly life can fly As the lines in my face grow deeper And the well of my soul runs dry I find that I drink more and more From the memories of you and I The taste of fame is fire to me no more The tension and hunger have gone All I have left are money an' the game I’m a prisoner too low, I’m on As the lines in my face grow deeper And the well of my soul runs dry I find that I drink more and more To the memories of you and I