| When the alcohol begins to dim the mind
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| And the fighting of the night is forgotten
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| I’ll apologize sincerely and beg you to be kind
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| And I’ll plead to be forgiven one more time
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| When the snow has all melted in the morning
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| With the agonizing conversation
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| You attack me when you want to like a leopardess from behind
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| And I’ll promise never to shame you one more time
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| You tell me what is needed and you know I need to know
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| 'Cause it’s tearing up my body and brain and something is gonna have to go
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| When I wake up in the morning and can’t remember
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| How the thunder came a-rolling into the room
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| And there was Jesus Christ beckoning me, I wouldn’t even give him the time
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| You say you hate me then say you love me one more time
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| You tell me what is needed and you know I need to know
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| 'Cause it’s tearing up my body and brain and something is gonna have to go
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| The somersaults of the night can be an illusion
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| But escapism seems the only way to go
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| And if the aftermath is violent, that’s the time to heed the sign
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| Oh but I’m thirsty, give me one more drink one more time
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| I said I’m thirsty, pass the bottle one more time
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| Oh God I’m thirsty, give me one more drink one more time, oh |