| You turn to a bottle to cure your ills
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| Then you graduate to a bottle of pills
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| Spend every waking minute sleeping in
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| You’re crawling out of your skin
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| But let’s get wrecked
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| The face of a junkie, the mean of a drunk
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| Smell like a zombie, can’t get it up
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| You didn’t see the cameras when you fell
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| And you look like hell
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| But let’s get wrecked
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| We’re not going to be here long
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| You don’t really care where it went wrong
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| After the attention’s come and gone
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| You’re faking your prescriptions till the dawn
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| Used to be you’d love me all night long
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| Used to blame myself for what you’d done
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| Nothing left but empties and a gun
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| You’re not going to be here long
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| But let’s get wrecked
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| END |