While i'm crying out loud and i'm feeling quite sorry for myself

Lookin' out the window at the world,
I just ain't ready yet
Such things just get me stressed,
Grey hairs are springin' up and I'm startin' to shake a bit
I'm still got some whiskey left, maybe I'll just take a sip


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