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I'm one of the few...

the proud,...the wasted

heart-broken but full of foolish pride

The dogs wont stop barking

when all I want is an ear to listen

It gets colder the longer I wait

to finally pass out on the hardwood floor

of an old friend's living room to forget a few hours

...everything.

The bottle? The bottle is truthful and has yet to let me down.

It does its job, I'll see you tomorrow,old friend

if i dont make it out to see you this Christmas.

I'll be on the east coast, depends on the weather.

You've known me to have always been a rover by nature.

Waltzing Matilda for the years i have left.

a six gun would weigh me down, as would a heavy heart.

Nobody here is a friend, just a common face to my memory,

and a hand cant be found outside of their pockets.

The 10 o'clock News lady showed some pictures of Palm Springs. Looks goodthis time of year

I may make it out, its hard to be broken

and to keep my smile you always loved to watch.

I grew up and grew out and knew life would work out in my favor

The only luck I've had is that my lucks finally run out.

So im off,...if i dont come around much, dont think im dead

I'm Waltzing Matilda, she's stolen the hearts of millions

and , my friend, I suppose I was the next in line.

But shes open to suggestions and shows no signs of settling.

Thanks for the memories,

its made me more of what i am today.

- Matilda's Fool