| Looking back on history, the mystery our misery
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| I’ve never felt so incomplete
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| I’ll kill the pain with one more drink
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| I’m sorry I’m not like them
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| Now it’s time for me to choose
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| It’s me, myself, and I or you
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| We both know who is gonna lose
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| And honestly there’s no excuse
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| I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
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| Monday’s too late, I don’t think I’ll make it on my own
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| Tuesday you’ll say I think that I’m better off alone
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| Wednesday night I’m not alright
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| But Thursday now I’m coming down
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| So Friday I say I don’t think I’ll make it
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| I slur my words, my vision blurs
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| Stab the dagger, twist and turn
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| ‘cause killing me’s the only cure
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| It’s the only way to lift this curse
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| I’m sorry you’re all I have
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| And now you lay me down to sleep
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| I beg and plead for sympathy
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| By Saturday I’m on my feet
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| But Sunday night it all repeats
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| I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
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| Monday’s too late, I don’t think I’ll make it on my own
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| Doomsday you’ll say I think I’m better off alone
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| Monday’s too late, I don’t think I’ll make it on my own
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| Doomsday’s today, I don’t think I’ll make it |