| Tonight I’m coming home
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| In a coma
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| If it fucking kills me
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| Listless but relieved
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| Beaming like a newborn hostage
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| Orphaned by an ambulance
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| I got this new black eye just for you
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| Your hopeless romantic
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| Now helplessly rheumatic
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| Poets grinding teeth to powder
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| All my vowels
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| Are getting lost in the gauze
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| Misinterpret courting
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| For the cursing of a drooling fool
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| Here’s to cheap sex and codeine
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| In a hospital bed
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| And maybe I’d object
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| If I felt at all alive
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| Everybody’s dying to lay down with you
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| I got the order all wrong
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| I must have bumped my head
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| Maybe I should quiet down
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| Don’t bet on another blackout
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| I’ll be all right
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| There’s an army at my window
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| Waiting to lose this fight
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| I’m the king of this all night clinic
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| The fucking champion
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| Tonight we’ll feast like royalty in traction;
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| Happy and meticulous
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| There’s a delicate love song in this;
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| Kicked out and dripping in verse
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| Go get your gun
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| 'Cause God won’t show
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| He sent a poet instead
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| The Don Quixote of the ICU
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| Quite impressive
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| For a cripple
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| Munchhausen by Proxy of a muse
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| Tempt not a desperate man
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| Tempt not a desperate man
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| This split lip is for you
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| I traded it for an outdated tooth |