Whiskey and dimes

I gave my soul up
And watched it fly away now
To a place I didn't recognize
I sold if for a case of whiskey
And a can of dimes
Hoping to keep the skin on my bones now
At least until I die
Hoping to hitch a ride up this dark highway
Cause tonight not my time
Not like I have a clock
Or my soul 
I am just an empty shell now
Doing my best to survive
Hoping to stay alive

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