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Little bit of whiskey, Little bit of gin
Fell onto the place I'm in this little bit of sin
Left Toronto with a guitar on my back
Nothing to show for but these hardlines on my neck

There's this ghost town, a place called allan's mill
Little bit o history on this old scottish hill
My feet grew tired, the day was loosing light
To rest my head, is all i need tonight

With all those memories, All the words I've said
I'm just glad that I'm here
With all those memories, All the words I've said 
No... I'm not dead
I'm not dead

They once told me, If there's will... there's a way
Step by step they said, its a choice we make
Shoes wear down with every step we take
Bleed them soleless, every choice break

Like our soul, our shoes wear down
Not by the mountain, nor the rain that makes you frown
Like our lives, the sky crumbles down
By the spades, the cards have drawn

With all those memories, All the words I've said
I'm just glad that I'm here, I'm not dead 
With all those memories, All the words I've said 
No... I'm not dead
I'm not dead
I'm not dead
I'm not dead

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