| Your vision’s been blessed, if I’m still fully dressed
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| But before you leave me here’s one last request
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| No I don’t care, no I don’t mind
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| If you don’t hear a word from this broke heart of mine
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| But can I borrow your face just to unload my mind?
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| Borrow your face just to unload my mind?
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| Now I know I’m pathetic, I’m the sage of absurd
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| But I won’t violate you with touch, but with words
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| But there’s no need to ask, shut your mouth, raise a glass
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| But the youth that you drink to’s already the past
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| And the boy on your arm girl, you know he won’t last
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| The boy on your arm girl, you know he won’t last
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| My madonna’s undressing, her robes are all torn
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| And I swear that she’s calling my name
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| But for her caresses my senses are worn
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| The feeling is gone and sweet lady just don’t taste the same
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| And I’ll drink just to drive, if my love don’t arrive-
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| I don’t wanna survive, I don’t wanna survive
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| And all that I know is I smile just for show
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| And nobody’s listening but everyone knows
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| So just sit back and watch while my memory corrodes
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| Sit back and watch while my memory corrodes
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| And I curse my own comfort for the deaf and the blind
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| 'Cause it’s dark as a dungeon way down in my mind
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| And I wake on the floor with my country at war
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| And I wish I could care but my liver’s too sore
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| And if liquor’s a lover, you know I’m a whore
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| If liquor’s a lover, you know I’m a whore
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| My madonna’s undressing, her robes are all torn
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| And I swear that she’s calling my name
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| But for her caresses my senses are worn
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| The feeling is gone and sweet lady just don’t taste the same |