"Family Ties" lyrics


"Family Ties"

He had that slight smell on his breath of that old number seven,
his blend twenty-sevens, the only things getting him by
He tried and he tried, leaving all his gripes behind
A flask inside an absent mind, It was only a matter of time.

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