| Sometimes I get drunk on my mouthwash, just for fun
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| And I trip down on the stairs to look messed up
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| And I go to crazy parties, watching people getting naughty
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| I myself get down and dirty, dirty all the time
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| I don’t know what’s going on inside my mind
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| Why I’m living someone else’s messed up life
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| Maybe I just miss you baby, baby I need you
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| Reality Check… You know without you…
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| I’m a wreck in a cheap, ripped up dress
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| In drugs and drinks, I lose myself
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| I lose my strength, I can’t find it anymore
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| Trapped in a deep, black hole
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| Fell on the floor, can’t get up anymore
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| Sometimes I smok up all my spices;
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| Cumin, cinnamon and thyme
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| All the othr drugs, they bore me —
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| I need a different high
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| And I sit down in the garden
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| On the wet grass, when I’m hurting
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| Feel the cold run through my bones
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| Slowly healing my wounds
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| Hanging out with freaky people I now call my friends
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| Tried to talk to them about you — they don’t understand
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| Smoking cigarettes and drinking I get ready for the evening
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| Whatever is next, reality check…
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| I’m still a wreck, in a cheap, ripped up dress
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| In drugs and drinks, I lose myself
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| I lose my strength, I can’t find it anymore
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| Trapped in a deep, black hole
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| Fell on the floor, can’t get up anymore
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| Sometimes I get drunk on my mouthwash
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| Just for fun
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| And I trip down the stairs
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| ‘cause I’m really messed up
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| Hanging out with freaky people
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| They’re not my friends
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| At least I have someone
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| To share the pain with, and be a wreck
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| In a cheap, ripped up dress
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| In drugs and drinks, I lose myself
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| I lose my strength, I can’t find it anymore
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| Trapped in a deep, black hole
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| Fell on the floor, can’t get up anymore |