Jon Bon Jovi Dying aint much of a living
A whiskey bottle comforts me And tells me not to cry While a full moon says a prayer for me I try to close my eyes But the night s there to remind me Of the guns and the early graves The ghosts appear as I fall asleep To sing an outlaw s serenade Dyin ain t much of a livin When you re livin on the run Dyin ain t much of a livin for the young Is it too late to ask for forgiveness For the things that I have done Dyin ain t much of a livin for the young The desert s been a friend to me It covers me b
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