| Clawing his way out of the doldrums
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| Getting sick and tired of coke and rums
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| We’ll just have to wait and see
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| Because he’s jumped on the wagin before
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| Only to crawl and beg for more
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| His pride is just another casuality
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| His pride is just another casuality
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| Can you see beyond today’s euphoric state?
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| Do you remember how you’ll feel tomorrow?
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| All the people that you hate
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| All the times you’ve had to wait
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| Every piece of food you ever ate
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| Reminds you of your fate
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| He’s clawing his way out of a paper bag
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| Reaching for the life that he never had
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| And he’s just one step away
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| He’s going backwards on a two track
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| He’s going one step forward and two steps back
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| Getting closer to gray
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| In the end there’s only grieving
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| All his goals inside pulled thin air
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| Can you blame him if he’s desperate?
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| There’s nothing left for him to get
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| And he dosen’t care that the people stare
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| And they do fucking stare |