| Flashback from the night before
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| Was it the other day, I couldn’t say
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| It’s all coming in pieces
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| But before you know they just fade away
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| Goddamn! |
| What did I hear, what’d I do?
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| Where did I go and how’d I get there?
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| I know… I’m too far gone
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| A deadbeat, a travesty
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| What’s my strategy?
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| Fuck me, there’s blood on my hands
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| That’s nothing new but now they’re shaking too
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| Everything’s soaked in sweat
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| Here comes the «forgive and forget»
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| Who should I forgive? |
| Forget that plan
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| I really don’t give a damn
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| I just need my fix, I’m dying
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| Break out the bottle and stop crying
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| And the calm washes over
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| My soul drying my tears
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| Under the grass and clover
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| A new sense of hope appears
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| Choking — breathing exhaust
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| Hard to keep an even keel
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| Shot — boiling mercury
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| It burns so bad yet I can’t feel
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| Choking — breathing exhaust
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| Hard to keep an even keel
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| Sweating — boiling mercury
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| It burns so bad yet I can’t feel
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| Walking — in a mine field
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| Tired of keeping my eyes peeled
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| Shot — to hell and fried
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| No heaven, evermore denied
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| And the calm washes over
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| My soul drying my tears
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| Under the grass and clover
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| A new sense of hope appears |