| Wine is fine, but whiskey’s quicker
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| Suicide is slow with liquer
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| Take a bottle, drown your sorrows
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| Then it floods away tommorows
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| Away tommorows
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| Evil thoughts and evil doings
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| Cold, alone you hang in ruins
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| Thought that you’d escape the reaper
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| You can’t escape the master keeper
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| 'Cos you feel life’s unreal, and you’re living a lie
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| Such a shame, who’s to blame, and you’re wondering why
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| Then you ask from your cask, is there life after birth
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| What you saw can mean hell on this earth
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| Hell on this earth
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| Now you live inside a bottle
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| The reaper’s travelling at full throttle
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| It’s catching you, but you don’t see
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| The reaper’s you, and the reaper is me
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| Breaking laws, knocking doors
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| But there’s no one at home
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| Made your bed, rest your head
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| But you lie there and moan
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| Where to hide, suicide is the only way out
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| Don’t you know what it’s really about
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| Wine is fine, but whiskey’s quicker
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| Suicide is slow with liquer
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| Take a bottle, drown your sorrows
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| Then it floods away tomorrows |