| I was awake, dreaming about sleeping
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| And my mistakes, and how I keep ‘em
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| So close to me, so that I’ll never forget,
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| I can’t get anywhere
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| Shedding tears over these bottles
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| Celebrating life at the bottom
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| Of the barrel of a barrel so rotten
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| And I’ve forgotten
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| What this was like before I started stopping
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| Fuck this, I’m out of bullshit to cry about.
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| Pass these «fuck you"s around.
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| I’ll be dead and gone when this shit hits the crowd
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| Tell me why I even tried tonight
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| I should just let it die.
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| And I’m tired of waiting for this shit to shine.
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| I was asleep dreaming about palm trees
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| And I woke up to lonely city streets
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| I heard the voices echoed in the back room
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| And I had to walk around the corner to the barstools
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| Where I was
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| Shedding tears over these bottles
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| Celebrating life at the bottom
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| Of the barrel of a barrel so rotten
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| And I’ve forgotten
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| How to light this fire
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| I’ve forgotten
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| How to toe this wire
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| I’ve forgotten
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| What shit was like before I started stopping
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| Tell me why I even tried tonight
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| I should just let it die.
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| And I’m tired of waiting for this shit to shine.
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| I am tired of waiting
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| I am tired of waiting
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| This is my life this is my time
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| It’s time to take it
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| Don’t let it die. |