| I’m looking at that empty glass, like it might look back
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| And if it did would it recognize the fact
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| That I need to find a way to relax
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| That won’t require me to drink away the rain and the fire that paint the tracks
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| The judgement passed upon that awful taste
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| Time flies too fast but it’s not a race
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| You see it on my face, I’m trying to concentrate
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| But everything’s too blurry to accommodate
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| I gotta chase the impossible
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| But every option starts up with a shot and ends up as an obstacle
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| Maybe I should just drink at home
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| Tell me, why would a prisoner leave his throne?
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| Even when I stand still, I’m still on the run
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| I’m the son of my father, got a bottle of some
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| And this goes to those of us that only live once
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| But don’t remember nothing when the morning comes
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| And so I drink to the life of those that drink to death
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| If I can’t save the day I might as well fade away
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| And so I drink to the life of those that drink to death
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| If I can’t save the day I might as well fade away
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| (Oh yeah) Fade away, fade away
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| (Oh yeah) Fade away, fade away
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| Scene 2, this is the part
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| Where my face hits the windshield and it stops my heart
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| Driving the wrong fucking way down a one way
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| Doing 55 in a 30, 3 AM, Monday
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| No one on the block but me and the cops
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| If I can make it to the crib, I’ll do it again, watch
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| I been drinking since noon, fucking buffoons
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| As far as amounts I lost count, I don’t know what I consumed
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| I never do, drink 'till I’m dumb
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| Some say I’m lush, others think I’m a bum
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| But I think I’m in love 'till death do us part, and even then too
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| I’m a hell’s kitchen, bottle of Don Q
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| I love the taste of it, put it to my face like I’m face fucking
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| And the pain? |
| It’ll erase nothing
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| I’m delusional
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| I wrote this shit hungover at my job noddin' off at my cubicle
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| Life is beautiful
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| And so I drink to the life of those that drink to death
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| If I can’t save the day I might as well fade away
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| (Oh yeah) And so I drink to the life of those that drink to death
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| If I can’t save the day I might as well fade away
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| (Oh yeah) Fade away, fade away
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| (Oh yeah) Fade away, fade away |