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Stephen Stills

Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life,
The song of a woman and a man who lived in strife.
He was tired of being poor and he wasn't into selling door to door
And he worked like the devil to be more.
A different kind of poverty now upsets me so.

Night after sleepless night,
I walk the floor and I want to know, why am I so alone?
Where is my woman can I bring her home?
Have I driven her away? Is she gone?
Morning comes to sunrise and I'm driven to my bed.
I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head.

I embrace the many colored beast.
I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace?
And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease.

Written by STILLS
Published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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