Stephen Stills 4 + 20 Letras:
4+20

Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life,
the son 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.

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A different kind of poverty now upsets my soul
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.
Letras: 4 + 20 Stephen Stills [final]