| If it’s actually all fucked now and at an end
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| Then I guess I’ll never walk home this way again
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| But I just wanted to see you
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| I meant it when I said I always do but I know that counts for nothing at all
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| There’s more cracked concrete round our necks
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| Since the last time that we checked
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| I know that one day all there will be to stand on is solid ground
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| I was just hoping I’d still be around
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| Another 5am struggle with the urge to shut off the oxygen supply to my brain
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| Take a handful of pills and lie down again
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| Just enough to knock me out and dream of never waking up
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| Curse myself each time I do
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| Because I’m getting so tired of thinking about
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| How I was always thought distance would be the dickhead
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| But it turns out the dickhead was me
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| Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself
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| To make sure I shut down easily
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| Now all that skin is growing over my teeth
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| And making its way to the back of my throat
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| But I’m too afraid to apply pressure
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| So I’ll just sit here and wait til I choke
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| I know I’ll probably not get an explanation
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| For you wanting me to leave this place
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| But If you’d been awake you would have noticed
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| There was a genuine smile on my face
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| When I was tracing the lines on your shoulder
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| Now I’m counting the cracks in my skull
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| That indicate I’m another year older
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| And the sensation’s never been so dull |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Art of Being a Sad Sack of Shit , by - The Murderburgers. Song from the album What a Mess, in the genre Панк