| Well I can’t remember the last time I woke up without reaching for a pill
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| The bottle; |
| it calls to me and somehow I find it even when I can’t pay my bills
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| And I’ve spent some mornings beside perfect strangers whose names never rang a
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| bell
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| The bottle controls me, I’m helplessly wandering in my own personal hell
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| What do you see when you look in the mirror?
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| Cause all that I see is a fake, a fraud
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| And when you’ve realized you’ve lost all your purpose
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| You can’t keep doing this night after night
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| This isn’t me, I don’t
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| Even feel the beating in my chest anymore
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| The bottle helps me sink;
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| Into a liquid haze, I’ll go
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| The devil who once perched on my shoulder now dwells inside my head
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| The bottle is the only thing to silence the deafening sound it spreads
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| Forget about all the retribution
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| Put aside all the tears and guilt
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| Deep down we’re only human
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| Searching for a common ground
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| What do you see when you look in the mirror?
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| Cause all that I see is a fake, a fraud
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| And when you’ve realized you’ve lost all your purpose
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| You can’t keep doing this night after night
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| This isn’t me, I don’t
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| Even feel the beating in my chest anymore
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| The bottle helps me sink;
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| Into a liquid haze, I’ll go |