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There was a time
When I couldn't keep my head up
Much less any sense of feeling like I belonged
Man, it almost feels like a crime
How much I just couldn't be the buttercup
Any chance at happiness seemed a million miles beyond
Wish I could write a book that detailed what I experienced
How I got from there to here
But honestly, I can't really claim to know what happened
Quite possibly it was words I read or some variant
That urged me to disregard all fear
Given to me by a caring friend
Or maybe it was the night I heard the terminally ill Zevon
Proclaim in one of his last interviews
That there is no secret, it's just learning to enjoy the ride
Or words to that effect.
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