| Flushed away, like human waste
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| Spinning round in circles, I lay and wait
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| The waves I make go down the drain
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| Travelling at high speeds of lightened state
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| But when I’m sewer side, I realise
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| The world could be big and bright down here
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| It’s clear, I need darkness to see light shine
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| But when I’m sewer side, I realise
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| I’ll never know to try but now
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| No doubt, I need lights to know when I’m high
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| I’m living alcohol, head exposed
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| Down below, living in a gutter
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| My brain today, a smear restain
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| Floating through the depths of my stagment fate
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| The stench, the smell, I feel unwell
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| Living with the vermon, the friends I hate
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| Sewer side, I realise
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| The world could be big and bright down here
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| It’s clear, I need darkness to see light shine
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| But when I’m sewer side, I realise
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| I’ll never know to try but now
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| No doubt, I need lights to know when I’m high
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| I’m living alcohol
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| Head exposed
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| I’m living in the gutter
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| Alcohol
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| Down below
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| Living in the gutter |