| Some say death is the easy way and I think they’re right
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| 'Cause nights tick by like a long week except when you stop by
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| And I know that tryin' gets nothing done and I see you’re about dry
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| 'Cause nothing gets you high, you’re poor the day you die
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| And alcohol, it only makes you tired
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| But seein' you feels good and it’s always understood
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| That anything much sweeter would make me die
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| Take some time rolling it back the line
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| And time goes all night
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| Some say death is the easy way and I know they’re right
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| 'Cause nothing gets you high, you’re poor the day you die
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| And alcohol, it only makes you tired
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| But seein' you feels good and it’s always understood
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| That anything much sweeter would make me die |