| You want something out of nothing, you want blood from a stone
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| To banish all your enemies and wish them safely home
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| Some would say insanity or crazy, better still
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| Cut off your nose to spite your face, for life you’ve lost all will
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| Now you’ve mingled with your demons and depression’s your excuse
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| But your lack of conscious effort is a bourbon triple proof
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| You’ve expelled the for your lobby but they lurk behind the door
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| It’s a noose of your own making and it’s rotten to the core
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| Are you too afraid of living to make a man’s mistakes?
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| Too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
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| Too sad to see the truth never knowing what it takes?
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| Are you too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
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| You’ve got the barrel fever, so let’s take another pass
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| You’ve cast up your accounts again and ruined your best hat
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| You wanna take your final breath, but know not to commit
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| You yearn for the great silence, so you climb the chair to bed
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| Are you too afraid of living to make a man’s mistakes?
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| Too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
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| Too sad to see the truth never knowing what it takes?
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| Are you too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
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| Are you too afraid of living to make a man’s mistakes?
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| Too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
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| Too sad to see the truth never knowing what it takes?
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| Are you too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait? |