| I’ll force these feet to move and I feel my liver bleed
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| Before the room explodes again
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| I smell, I smell your blood, my friend
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| I’ll stop at nothing to get some
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| Fill this dirty glass for the wrong reasons
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| Just stop and smell the stale stench wafting through the air
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| Let it wheeze right out of you
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| 'Cause you are lost and you no longer care
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| About the things you used to
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| You’re fluid, unaware
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| We overflow going nowhere
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| Get up, get up, get up
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| You’ve gotta drown it out and then drain the memory
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| Get up, get up, get up
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| Get up in arms over the way it could’ve been
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| Scratch your name through the surface again
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| I’ll be with you, cursing the morning
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| (Once excitable)
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| Your face contorts into a mess
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| (Get your back up off the wall)
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| When six drinks just won’t do the trick
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| So bottoms up and cheers alike to the memory of this wreck
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| Have we become what our friends hate?
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| (Well fuck 'em, in the end)
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| Get up, get up, get up
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| You’ve gotta drown it out and then drain the memory
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| Get up, get up, get up
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| Get up in arms over the way it could’ve been
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| Scratch your name through the surface again
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| I’ll be with you cursing the morning
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| Get up, get up and start over again
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| Drink up and over the edge, my friend
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| Poison diluted by the sea
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| But once the ocean rolls out
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| It leaves the shit behind in me
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| Get up, get up, get up
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| You’ve gotta drown it out and then drain the memory
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| Get up, get up, get up
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| Get up in arms over the way it could’ve been
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| Scratch your name through the surface again
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| I’ll be with you cursing the morning |