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making money at thirty with a wife and a son, then a short five years later it all comes undone, she's gone back to mama with the boy by her side, now i'm wine drunk and running with them on my mind, i'm on the backside of thirty and back on my own, an empty apartment don't feel like a home, on the backside of thirty, the short side of time, back on the bottom with no will to climb, it's dawn monday morning and i just called in sick, i skipped work last friday to drink this much red, and when my friends ask me, lord, i'll tell them i'm fine, but my eyes tell a story that my lies can't hide, i'm on the backside of thirty and back on my own, an empty apartment don't feel like a home, on the backside of thirty, the short side of time, back on the bottom with no will to climb, we knew we had problems with no chance to win, pretended we'd make it, does she have the kid?, and he made life better for two years or more, but now, weekends between us will be his reward, i'm on the backside of thirty and back on my own, an empty apartment don't feel like a home, on the backside of thirty, the short side of time, back on the bottom with no will to climb

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Artist: john conlee