An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic ... don't you think
Alanis Morisette, 3:59
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I never would have loaded up a 44 and put myself behind a jail house door if it hadn't been for love. Four cold walls against my will but at least I know she's lying still. Four cold walls without parole, Lord have mercy on my soul.
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