| Been gettin' high and hittin' new lows left and right
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| If I’m gonna sink down, don’t you know I’m gonna do it up right?
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| Well, I’m headed for the bottom, Lord there ain’t no end in sight
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| Just gettin' high and hittin' new lows left and right
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| Well I woke up facedown in a parkin' lot (yes I did)
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| I was plastered in my puke and gettin' kicked around by a cop
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| He said «Son, this ain’t no campground,» then he read me rights
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| Then he hauled me to the jailhouse for the night
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| For gettin' high and hittin' new lows left and right
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| If I’m gonna sink down, don’t you know I’m gonna do it up right?
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| Yeah, I’m headed for the bottom, Lord there ain’t no end in sight
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| Just gettin' high and hittin' new lows left and right
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| If I keep headin' for the bottom, I’m bound for a coffin I swear
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| Between the paradox of and hell, I might already be there
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| So I’ll sip two pills and whiskey, 'cause that’s my favorite form of suicide
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| And I’ll be hittin' new lows until I die
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| Been gettin' high and hittin' new lows left and right
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| If I’m gonna sink down, don’t you know I’m gonna do it up right?
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| Yeah, I’m headed for the bottom, Lord there ain’t no end in sight
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| Just gettin' high and hittin' new lows left and right
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| Just gettin' high and hitting new lows left and right |