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[aid] => mick
[title] => Dipsomaniac
[time] => 2004-09-01 07:15:49
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => I don't want to walk on water,
I'd rather drink the wine.
And I don't need to split the ocean,
to wash away my pain.
I don't really want to be a savior,
I'd prefer to be a ghost.
And I don't need to breathe fire,
to burn away my sin.
I don't need some preacher,
to tell me which path I should take.
I don't want some politician,
telling me how they can change my life.
All I need is my own mind,
and the blood inside my veins.
That reminds me, in this dead end world,
I am after all, just a dipsomaniac.
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[informant] => Steven_Fenton1982
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[associated] =>
[topicname] => Lifepoems
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