| You tell me that you wanna go to heaven
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| But you run around acting like you’re gonna live forever
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| Well you tell me that you’re going through hell
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| But you’re puttin' others through it. |
| You say that I smell
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| Like I haven’t had a shower in 23 days
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| Like an unbalanced beer can, two minutes too late
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| A look like a stale face from a fresh grave
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| A chip on my shoulder and an eye full of rage
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| Can you taste that beer with your back to the bar
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| Can you smell a cigarette without letting down your guard?
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| Ten cans, 4 a.m. friends
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| The sad thing is that you’ve always been like this
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| Moaning in a bed shaped like a hearse
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| Believe the lies that you tell yourself
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| You tell me that my problem is thinking
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| But I can chase it away with a problem like drinking
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| Well you tell me you don’t wanna get old
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| But you’ve got a party on the line and a grave on hold
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| Like a drunk operator, like a game of roulette
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| Like a martini balanced on a whiffle ball bat
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| When a hard wind blows it’s gonna fall down
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| When the wind blows there’ll be broken glass all around
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| Can you taste that beer with your back to the bar
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| Can you smell a cigarette without letting down your guard?
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| Ten cans, 4 a.m. friends
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| The sad thing is that you’ve always been like this
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| Moaning in a bed shaped like a hearse
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| Believe the lies that you tell yourself
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| Things could never get worse
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| Can you taste that beer with your back to the bar
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| Can you smell a cigarette when you smell so far away
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| Ten cans, 4 a.m. friends
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| The sad thing is that you’ve always been like this
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| Like a bright shiny apple with a worm inside
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| Believe the lies that you tell yourself
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| This is the only way to die
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| This is the only way to die
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| This is the only way to die
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| This is the only way to die
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| This is the only way to die |