| It’s gripping, I’m ripping
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| I haven’t just been sipping
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| Stressing, no, messing
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| Will I ever learn my lesson?
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| CHORUS
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| I’m always amazed by what can take place
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| Within the space of 300−365 days
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| Been sinning, I’m spinning
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| In the beginning I was winning
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| I’m clinging, still swinging
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| If I could I would be singing
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| I’m empty of answers
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| Don’t nobody search me The long neck’s a twist off
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| You don’t need a church key
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| I’m still full of questions
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| But can’t quite see clear
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| Twist off another
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| And bring on the next year
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| CHORUS
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| Was drilled, it killed, now my guts are being spilled
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| Wailed, impaled
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| My last breath’s been inhaled
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| That’s still in me
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| I haven’t failed
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| CHORUS
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| I’m empty of answers
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| Don’t nobody search me The long neck’s a twist off
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| You don’t need a cchurch key
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| I’m still full of questions
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| But can’t quite see clear
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| Twist off another…
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| And bring on the next year |