| Teddy’s sitting in the bar, his drinks are emptied fast
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| He’s staring at a point somewhere, deep inside himself
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| Teddy’s liquid darkness tells him: There ain’t no right nowhere
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| There’s nobody around that likes you, and you hate them all
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| You can throw the glasses boy, into the walls, but you will still be the same
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| Drink but you cheat yourself, sad but you beat yourself
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| Creep home but you will wake up, with sorrow, Sorrow, SORROW
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| Teddy, Teddy you’re my friend, can’t you be yourself again?
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| You still have a chance to recuperate, all that you have lost
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| See no point in being cruel, beating up the one you love
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| Only bound to break yourself way down, two in one’s too bad
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| You can throw the glasses boy, into the walls, but you will still be the same
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| Drink, but you cheat yourself sad, but you beat yourself
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| Creep home and you will wake up, with sorrow, Sorrow, SORROW!
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| Teddy’s liquid darkness tells him: There ain’t no right nowhere
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| There’s nobody around that likes you, and you hate them all! |