One Man’s Struggle

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You were only 10 when the Russian tanks entered Budapest
Now you help run your brother’s newsagent…you blocked out the rest
by drinkin’ your fill
of alcohol
and buryin’ yourself in your work
Some nights you have bad flashbacks
and your plans for the business get knocked back…by the bank
One man’s struggle, one man’s strife
Somethings he can’t even tell his young wife
One man’s struggle…

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