| A good man doesn’t drink
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| And I’ve been drinking alone
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| So what does that make me?
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| My hands they always shake
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| And no one’s calling my phone
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| So what does that make me?
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| And I know the kid with his guitar
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| So drunk and anxious
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| Has been done to death
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| But tell me what hasn’t
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| I’ll try it
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| Because I’m selfish enough
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| To wanna get better
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| But I’m backwards enough
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| Not to take any steps to get there
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| And when you realize it’s a pattern
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| And not a phase
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| It’s what you’ve become
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| And it’s what you will stay
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| That’s ballgame
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| Cause I don’t got room in my life
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| For anyone else
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| And I’ve driven away all the
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| People that could help
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| And I still don’t even know what I
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| Need to do to fix myself
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| And there’s a clamp around my chest
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| It tightens every time I lapse into
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| Another sorry story
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| About my miserable collapse
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| A bronze box I keep encased in glass
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| And dust off whenever I want your pity
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| Cause lately I’ve had to come to grips
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| With scope and figure
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| How my problems stack up in a world
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| Two steps from ruin
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| (Or maybe it’s rapture)
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| Well, either way, I realize that my shit’s
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| About as small as it could be
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| But that makes me feel worse for even feeling
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| This bad in the first place
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| Cause there’s a war starting soon, and all
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| The flags’ll be waving
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| And Daniel’s 20-year-old friend will be ready
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| And willing, and waiting
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| He’s a Marine and he told me
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| And that makes me sad
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| Really, really fucking sad
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| But at least he’ll act
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| I’ll just bite my tongue and then say:
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| «Daniel, you wish him luck»
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| I pray that he comes back
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| For his mother’s sake, and then I’ll drink
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| Those thoughts away
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| I’ve gotten good at that
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| Cause when you realize it’s a pattern
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| And not a phase
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| It’s what you’ve become
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| And it’s what you will stay
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| That’s ballgame
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| Oh oh oh
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| Yeah when you realize it’s a pattern
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| And not a phase
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| It’s what you’ve become
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| And it’s what you will stay
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| That’s ballgame
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| Yeah when you realize it’s a pattern
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| And not a phase
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| It’s what you’ve become
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| And it’s what you will stay
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| That’s ballgame |