| 3 a.m., I’m drunk again
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| My head is standing underneath my feet so
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| Make it stop, I’m getting off
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| Make it stop, I’m getting off
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| Sedatives and dizzy spells
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| And spilling my guts out beneath my feet
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| So make it stop, I’m getting off
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| Make it stop, I’m getting off
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| Well, slipped into a coma once again
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| Where’s my organ donor? |
| lend a hand!
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| So when you think you’re all alone
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| No one’s left to come around
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| Drop like flies and empathize
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| Cause I know that I will someday
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| And I know that I will suffocate
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| Suffocate, suffocate, suffocate
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| One night stands and cheap regrets
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| I take another drag off of my cigarette
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| So stop, I’m getting off
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| Make it stop, I’m getting off
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| One last stop for a one track mind
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| Just give me shelter, give me give me something
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| Make it stop, I’m getting off
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| Make it stop, I’m getting off
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| Well, slipped into a coma once again
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| Where’s my organ donor? |
| lend a hand!
|
| So when you think you’re all alone
|
| No one’s left to come around
|
| Drop like flies and empathize
|
| Cause I know that I will someday
|
| And I know that I will suffocate
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| Suffocate, suffocate, suffocate
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| So when you think you’re all alone
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| No one’s left to come around
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| Drop like flies and empathize
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| Cause I know that I will someday
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| And I know that I will suffocate
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| Suffocate, suffocate, suffocate |