| Well I’m staring at a blank page
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| And I don’t like writing anymore
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| The self appointed martyr, he will die
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| Before he knows what he’s even dying for
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| Well I’m drinking from my father’s flask
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| And there’s something burning on my lips
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| This shit tastes just like medicine
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| But I’ll take it for what it is
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| Well I’ve seen my future self in stranger’s eyes
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| It’s strange knowing how you will die
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| I’m sick of the voices and headaches
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| Of forced attempts of conversation radiate
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| A wallet hidden under a cross
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| Similarities too forward and obvious to think much on
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| Something’s pulling me in again
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| And I think I’m losing my mind
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| Something’s swimming in my bloodstream
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| Forcing back the words you said to me
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| Something’s swimming in my bloodstream
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| Forcing back the words you said to me
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| Now the doctor, yes, he had to notice
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| That she was all alone staring at her wedding ring
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| On the day that her son had to leave her womb
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| Just like his father he knew how he’d deal with things
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| On the day he left her womb tears filled her eyes
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| Because her son refused to cry
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| You’re swimming in my bloodstream
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| You’re swimming in my bloodstream
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| You’re swimming in my bloodstream
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| You’re swimming in my bloodstream
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| I’m like you
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| I’m like you
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| I’m like you
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| I’m like you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song More Tequila, Less Joe , by - Captain, We're Sinking. Song from the album The Future Is Cancelled, in the genre Альтернатива