| Spit out my drink on the shelf
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| Think to myself
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| What is left
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| Is there anything else
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| Hang up my belt
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| How I felt doesn’t matter
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| I melt
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| I’m wet batter
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| I’m sweltering hot
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| But I’m not what I thought
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| The plot thickens then rots
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| Not the pick of the lot
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| Flick at my watch
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| Ticking them off like seconds
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| And then I cough
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| The trough of liquor down in my belly
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| Smelly with sauce
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| I’m jealous with thoughts
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| Awkward, I tell us aloft
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| Baby I’m trying to be good
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| Maybe I’m tying my hood tighter
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| A fighter flicking my lighter at petrified wood
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| Maybe I’m misunderstood
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| Burning and pissing in soot
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| Lazy but kicking my foot
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| Skating on thin ice and mud
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| Debating to weather the flood
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| Hating
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| No better than God wasting a litter of dogs
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| I bite them then spit and applaud
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| Writing a letter of fraud
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| To my mom, my sister then long gone
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| I’m wrong
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| I don’t belong to this planet I’m on
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| God it’s just so easy to point my finger and leave
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| But don’t let this place get the best of me
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| Cause it’s just
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| I’ve got one thing I need to retrieve
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| Don’t let this place get the best of me
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| Now I’m in a spot I’ve never known
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| I thought I was grown
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| Thought I just guessed I could hold my own
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| So I left me alone
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| Started to sleep on my throne
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| Home is a drink and a cone
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| Can’t even think and atone
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| Won’t even blink at the phone
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| Sorry I have to be here
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| Couldn’t just pass up the fear
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| Willing to give it my all to fall and laugh at the tears
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| Years just passing me by
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| Bye to my life and my pride
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| Why do I try
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| I’ll just get high and stifle the fight
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| If I could take back what drove me mad
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| I wouldn’t take back the bad
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| The greatest times that I had went with them
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| And even that alone is enough
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| Stuff the shit up inside
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| Puff then poof
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| It goes away like vision at night
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| Pardon me I’d give my right nut
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| To cut some of these scenes from this bloody debut
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| Strut then run at my dreams
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| Seems my dreams are all I need
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| God it’s just so easy to point my finger and leave
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| But don’t let this place get the best of me
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| Cause it’s just
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| I’ve got one thing I need to retrieve
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| Don’t let this place get the best of me |