| I woke up on the wrong side of the floor
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| Made, made my way through the front door
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| Broke my engagement with myself
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| Perfect picture of bad health
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| Another notch scratched on my belt
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| The future just ain’t what it used to be…
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| I got a new start on a dead end road
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| Peaked, peaked out on reaching new lows
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| Owed, I paid off all my debts to myself
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| Perfect picture of bad health
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| Another notch scratched on my belt
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| The future’s in my living room…
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| Uptight, I’m a nag with a gun, yeah
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| All night, suicide’s last call, I’ve been
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| Uptight all night, I’m a son of a gun
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| Uptight, I’m a nag with a gun, yeah
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| All night, suicide’s last call, I’ve been
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| Uptight all night, I’m a son of a gun
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| Uptight, I’m a nag with a gun, yeah
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| All night, suicide’s last call, I’ve been
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| Uptight all night, I’m a son of a gun
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| Uptight, I’m a nag with a gun, yeah
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| All night, suicide’s last call, I’ve been
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| Uptight all night, I’m a son of a gun
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| Uptight, I’m a nag with a gun, yeah
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| All night, suicide’s last call, I’ve been
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| Uptight all night, I’m a son of a gun
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| Uptight, I’m a nag with a gun, yeah
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| All night, suicide’s last call, I’ve been
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| Uptight all night, I’m a son of a gun… |