| Me and my friends
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| We don’t encourage discipline
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| Or really much of anything.
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| We do our drugs 'till we’re lit up.
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| Tell ourselves that this is love.
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| But it’s never added up And it will never be enough.
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| It’s the same corner booth,
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| The same smith street bar,
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| The same sour mouths,
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| And the same empty arms.
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| Forever and ever our lives
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| On a loop.
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| It’s the same dollar draft,
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| The same whiskey words,
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| The same hanging heart,
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| And the same old scorched earth.
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| We’re further and further
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| Away from the truth.
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| I wanna stop it.
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| I wanna stop it.
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| I wanna stop it.
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| But it’s the only life i know how to live
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| We make a mess of what matters
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| Give our good grace away
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| We try to drink the clock backwards
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| And pretend like nothing’s changed
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| But you think i’m a liar, but you think i’m a fake
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| And i think you’re a coward, but it’s not what i say
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| I call you my brother, and you call me the same
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| I wanna stop it.
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| I wanna stop it.
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| I wanna stop it.
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| But it’s the only life i know how to live
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| Let the smear words spew out of the sides of my mouth
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| Go be my ghost and i’ll got be yours
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| My brother, pour me one more
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| Yeah tonight brother pour me one
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| Yeah tonight i’ll just cut you one more
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| Yeah tonight i’ll just cut you one more |