| Up on Scorpion Hill, watching life
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| Passing me by in the pale moonlight
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| And I sat there forever, three sheets to the wind
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| It’s not helping my case, the state that I’m in, but
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| It’s not how they told you
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| My intentions were good
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| I was just bursting apart like the end of the ark
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| Holding on to whatever I could
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| A square of light moves its way through the empty room
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| Across the stained yellow carpet
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| Like a ghost of myself in the afternoon
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| Haunting my basement apartment
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| I looked into the mirror hanging behind my door
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| The glass was cracked and the man staring back, he don’t look like me anymore
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| And if the world is gonna burn, everyone should get a turn to light it up
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| Down and out, I’ve been on the rocks
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| I’ve been having some pretty dark thoughts
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| I like them a lot, whoo!
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| Time and time again, well I’ve tried and failed
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| To get my act together
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| And I’ll admit lately things really went off the rails
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| I know that you deserve better
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| Then in the morning, as I was boarding the
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| Commuter train to work
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| The boss was calling, he said, «There's been cutbacks and I’m
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| Sorry you’re the first»
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| And if I can’t support the two of us, how can I support a third?
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| Down and out, I’ve been on the rocks
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| I’ve been having some pretty dark thoughts
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| And I’m on the brink, falling deep into debt
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| Falling deep into drink, I can drown those regrets
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| I don’t have to think…
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| Now I’m working the night shift
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| Asleep at the wheel
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| I was bursting apart like a flame from a spark
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| Thinking, «Jesus, this can’t be for real»
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| My sweat-soaked mattress
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| Corner of the room
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| Cigarettes and matches
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| In the fading afternoon
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| And a picture of my kid, yeah, he’s smiling
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| It’s the first day of school
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| She said, «I found the gun, it was buried beneath
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| Piles of clothes in the room where your son sleeps
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| And I can’t pretend, to know how this will end» |