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The More I Think the Deeper I Sink

I’m a bad man
I sure am
I’ll never learn
Til I get burned
And I’m a sad man
I sure am
You’re hard to reach
From where I stand
Reach out a hand to me
It’s a cry for help you see
Reach out a hand
It’s a cry for help
The more I think, the deeper I sink
The deeper I sink, the sweeter the taste of you
And I’m a weak soul
And I’ve been told
You have to stand up
In order to shape up
But it’s all the same to you
No matter what I do
It’s all the same