Victory was not mine to have it came to other men
No daring feats on foreign streets no history making pen
The ship I sailed was lost in fog, some distance from the coast
Of all the things I lost that year I miss my mind the most
I broke my back on boredom's rack, like this my time was sold
Like every moment was my last, spent like fools gold
Wasted now the passing years of little I can boast
Of all the things I lost that year I miss my mind the most
When spring was young I had a thirst for standing proud and
tall
I drank the summers full of wine and fell right into fall
But winters chill with vengeance came and proved a cruel host
Of all the things I lost that year, I miss my mind the most.
The ship I sailed was lost in fog, some distance from the coast
Of all the things I lost that year I missed my mind the most
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