Gutterball

Top of the Hill


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The rains came down on this year's man
I left my wallet at home again
Didn't have no change, didn't have no dollar bill
All alone at the top of the hill

Murdered my brother, I betrayed my best friend
I held my breath and I counted to ten
Let out the air and said


Writer/s: HARVEY, BRYAN TABER / WYNN, STEVE