| Behind, beneath, below a certain
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| Level of intoxication
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| Hidden like a joyful bundle
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| Prisoner of inebriation
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| If you had the chance
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| Would you realize
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| That every bitter drop
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| Is clouding up your eyes
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| And it’s clouding up your eyes
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| The motive come of sympathy
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| And portrait from the empathetic
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| More than just a head is aching
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| Now you are apologetic
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| Wouldn’t have the need to doubt you
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| If your trappings weren’t synthetic
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| And if you had the chance
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| Would you realize
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| That every bitter drop
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| Is clouding up your eyes
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| And if you stop to think
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| Would you be surprised
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| That it’s clouding up your eyes
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| And it’s raining from your skies
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| You’ll have to be the one
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| To let you know
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| What you already know
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| You’ll have to be the one
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| To let you know
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| To let you know
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| Don’t pretend the scapegoat’s heavy
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| I see little stacked against you
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| Don’t invent another venom
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| Self infliction will prevent you
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| By the time you get this message
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| Some poor notion might expect you
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| If you had the chance
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| Would you realize
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| That every bitter drop
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| Is clouding up your eyes
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| And if you stop to think
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| Would you be surprised
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| That every bitter drop
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| Is clouding up your eyes
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| And it’s raining from your skies
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| It’s clouding up your eyes
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| And it’s draining your supplies |