| Drinking there’s no tomorrow
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| Drowning sins and sorrows
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| I’ve passed this way before
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| And just drank some more
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| I woke up with a red face
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| And war paint
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| And a loss of grace
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| I won’t be back in second place
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| By taking something with bad taste
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| I catch it every time
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| I don’t know why but I like this feeling
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| Part of something higher
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| And I’m not just bleeding you dry
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| Daylight is a mystery
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| When quoting lines from history
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| Of famous drunks that used to be
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| But now all this is lost to me
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| Their contributions used to grate
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| As I explained away their fate
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| With deadlines I’ll never make
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| And the fact I’m doing nothing
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| I catch it every time
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| I don’t know why but I like this feeling
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| Part of something higher and I’m not just bleeding
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| Don’t know why, why, why but I like this feeling
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| Part of something higher and I’m not just
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| Bleeding you dry
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| Faster, faster my chemical master
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| My problem solver, my powered saint
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| Give me the power to go forever
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| And make my blood just red wet hate
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| I don’t know why but I like this feeling
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| Part of something higher and I’m not just bleeding
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| Don’t know why, why, why but I like this feeling
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| Part of something higher and I’m not just
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| Bleeding you dry |