I hope I come to my senses, Before I croak, Gotta quit puttin' up fences, And, love in a cloak. I hope I come to my senses, Before I die, Gotta quit makin' menaces, And, give love a try. I hope I come to my senses, Before I keel, Gotta quit dreamin' defenses, And, learn how to kneel. I hope I come to my senses, Before buyin' the farm, Gotta continue 3 tenses, And, do the future no harm. I hope for grace... from somewhere higher, Prior to when I expire. Her saving grace... To bring me to my senses, And, allow me to beg forgiveness.
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