| Out a little late aren’t you?
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| What’s out there I don’t give you?
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| Don’t I drink and sleep with you?
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| What you want you’ll never get-
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| what you want is infinite.
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| You’ll never get your fill of it.
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| So again you drink and you grind your teeth.
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| Gnashing at the bit of this emptiness
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| you can’t swallow down.
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| It echoes in your mouth
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| the words keep bounding out
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| Up a little late aren’t you?
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| You let an empty bed scare you.
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| Still I drink and sleep with you.
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| Standing up to stay awake,
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| you start to blink and sway.
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| Blacking out another day.
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| So again you sleep and you grind your teeth.
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| On the kitchen floor you can’t feel a thing —
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| that’s what you perfer — yeah,
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| you found a cure for it.
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| Uh-oh.
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| And again you awake from a drunken sleep.
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| You make some promises you’ll never keep —
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| but at least you try.
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| Or at least you try to try.
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| Uh-oh. |