| You have bones, they have to break
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| So stay drunk for the weekend
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| Peace of mind‚ on borrowed time
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| So forget what you’re thinking
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| Temporary fiction
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| Can’t control your diction
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| Speak slow
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| Told me that you see her
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| Told you that’s the reaper
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| But you know
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| Where can you run
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| Where can you hide
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| You have guilt‚ for your mistakes
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| So stay drunk 'til the year ends
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| Hallucinate‚ you see her face
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| And praise her like a godsend
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| Dopamine deficient
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| Crave her like an addiction, let go
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| Heaven on the weekend
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| Diving off the deep end
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| Breathe slow
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| Where can you run
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| When the air gets thinner every step you take
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| Where can you hide
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| When death is coming closer
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| And all at once you will find
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| This is what it takes to be alive
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| You have loved, and you have lost
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| So stay drunk if it hurts less
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| Prescription-fed‚ to fix your head but nothing can repair it
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| Father, does it kill you?
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| To see what we were put through by her
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| Bottom of the deep end, covered in a cold sweat
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| Burn slow
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| Where can you run
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| When the air gets thinner every step you take
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| Where can you hide
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| When death is coming closer
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| And all at once you will find
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| This is what it takes to be alive
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| This is what it takes
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| Where can you run
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| When the air gets thinner
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| Where can you hide
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| When you’re drunk and bitter
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| And all at once you will find
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| This is what it takes to be alive
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| This is what it takes
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| Where can you run |