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I was born beneath the waves Bred on the streets, and with my toes in the sand My blood knows bourbon, and lust My knuckles know of only blood and pain My family is as likely to embrace you As they would put you in a cell It’s all a coin toss A tip of the weather vane Wherever the wind blows There goes I, I and the person I was supposed to be
