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He Felt So Heavy In His Coffin

Just another young man dead,
He could have been alive instead,
To do the things he planned to do,
And help some other people too.  
But no, he went and drank some beer,
And now he is no longer here.  
He lost his future, lost his life,
He'll never have a child or wife.
There'll be no more of anything,
No more joys that life can bring,
No more feeling, no more thought,
No more life of any sort.  
And all because he drank some beer.  
How I wish he was still here,
I wish that beer was gone instead.
And that alcohol was dead.  
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