When we live in the last dregsWhen the wine is poured in the dust
When the keg falls off the pallet
When the wine's tart in my mouth
When the intoxicant dulls
What remains
It's time to stop
When the end comes
I wish to be sober
I want to know the reason
I am not afraid of the truth
I want to be naked like the beginning
If there is a God I want him
To take the wake up back
Do I have restitution's to make
Do I have things to put away
What do I do with the left overs
Who takes care of the final flourishes
Just how many things are left too be done
How many times can I do them over
Maybe I should have a glass of wine
When the end comes
I wish to be sober
I want to know the reason
I am not afraid of the truth
I want to be naked like the beginning
If there is a God I want him
To take the wake up back
Do I have restitution's to make
Do I have things to put away
What do I do with the left overs
Who takes care of the final flourishes
Just how many things are left too be done
How many times can I do them over
Maybe I should have a glass of wine
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