Lonely Hill
Over the hill, prime that has passed
I’m bitter still, that love didn’t last
Alone on this mound, armed with a flask
I sing to the stars, about girls from my past
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Over the hill, prime that has passed
I’m bitter still, that love didn’t last
Alone on this mound, armed with a flask
I sing to the stars, about girls from my past
“Armed with a flask” - excellent!