| Them’s the breaks, flubbed some takes, made some mistakes
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| Call it an evening, just not well spent
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| The Vicodin is kicking in
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| Serotonin may be lacking tomorrow
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| I’ll deal with it then
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| Did you see me try?
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| Like a little kid with a sheet on trying to fly
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| Black clouds in the sky always come when I’m the lowest
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| Please tell me why… my oh why
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| Sang some tunes, I got a bruise So I lick my wounds
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| Does that sound familiar? |
| I did it last night
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| I know I’ll probably never sleep inside this van which has no heat
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| Nobody had any pills for me or they’re holding out
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| Did you see me try?
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| Like a little kid with a sheet on trying to fly
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| Black clouds in the sky always come when I’m the lowest
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| Please tell me why… my oh why
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| Please believe that these broken knees will still carry me
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| They won’t keep me from drinking tonight
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| No laceration on this occasion is deep enough not to
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| Keep me from drinking tonight
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| The slim hope of chance gives us reason to dance and tomorrow’s no reason to
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| Keep me from drinking tonight
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| The beautiful lie, I’m not wasting my life keeps me standing
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| Did you see me try?
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| Like a little kid with a sheet on trying to fly
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| Black clouds in the sky always come when I’m the lowest
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| Please tell me why… my oh why
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| Please believe that these broken knees will still carry me
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| They won’t keep me from drinking tonight
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| No laceration on this occasion is deep enough not to
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| Keep me from drinking tonight
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| The slim hope of chance gives us reason to dance and tomorrow’s no reason to
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| Keep me from drinking tonight
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| The beautiful lie, I’m not wasting my life keeps me standing |