I spent a whole lot of years In an imaginary race Learning to ignore What was in front of my face Forty-seven lies And a bottle of gin Tell yourself a story Every time you don't win I lived a sprawling dream I signed above the line Took a spin around the world With my head in my behind Forty-seven lies And a bottle of gin Like I never even saw All the places I've been Like a good little soldier I had a happy little life While every nephew and his uncle Took a turn with my wife Forty-seven lies And a bottle of gin I wonder if my son Is my next of kin Built myself a mansion Then I tore it all down When your whole life tumbles It barely makes a sound Forty-seven lies And a bottle of gin Tell yourself a story Every time you don't win Forty-seven lies And a bottle of gin Tell yourself a story Every time you don't win by Richard W. Bray
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