| I break my glass and carve «no intervention»
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| Into my forehead
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| Now do I have your motherfucking attention?
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| Or are you stone dead?
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| There’s courage in this bottle
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| Now it’s empty so I better get a refill
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| Do you need something from the bar?
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| I swirl a straight line, feels like downhill
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| Oh, I’m not like this
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| Ever
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| You’re good
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| But I can love you better
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| You dumb pussy
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| You can’t drink
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| I think I really love you
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| You dumb pussy
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| You can’t drink
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| I think I really love you
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| You dumb pussy
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| I can’t think
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| I drink
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| I really love you
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| Whoa
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| You dumb pussy
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| You can’t drink
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| I think I really love you
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| You dumb pussy
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| You can’t drink
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| I think I really love you
|
| You dumb pussy
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| I can’t think
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| I drink
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| I really love you
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| You’re good, but I’m better
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| You’re good, but I’m better
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| I thought I’d breath into another direction
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| So I turn my cheek
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| My breath is vile, full of harm and rejection
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| One last sigh I’m weak
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| Do I have to slit my fucking wrist
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| To get an answer out of you, ever?
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| The neon flickers like a nervous twitch
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| Without a rest, it’s now or never
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| Oh, I’m not like this
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| Ever
|
| You’re good
|
| But I can love you better
|
| You dumb pussy
|
| You can’t drink
|
| I think I really love you
|
| You dumb pussy
|
| You can’t drink
|
| I think I really love you
|
| You dumb pussy
|
| I can’t think
|
| I drink
|
| I really love you
|
| Whoa
|
| You dumb pussy
|
| You can’t drink
|
| I think I really love you
|
| You dumb pussy
|
| You can’t drink
|
| I think I really love you
|
| You dumb pussy
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| I can’t think
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| I drink
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| I really love you
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| You´re good, but I’m better
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| You´re good, but I’m better |