| I haven’t had a dry night in longer than I can remember
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| Made more allowance for decadence than I should admit
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| Every secret I swallowed like cyanide
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| Ended up rotting me out from the inside
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| I always knew it would end this way
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| I had a master’s touch at fucking up pretty much everything
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| Every dead pan forked tongue delivery
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| Another fist full of dirt to bury me
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| Ain’t that the way it always goes?
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| Pulling the ripcord, saving myself
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| Before anybody knows
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| Ain’t that the way it always goes?
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| Alone in the life boat saving myself
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| Before anybody knows
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| Waving off questions through bullets and consequence
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| Leaving a clear trail of bodies and evidence
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| By the time they came to carry me away
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| I was long gone on a midnight bullet train
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| Ain’t that the way it always goes?
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| Make a good entrance
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| A quiet goodbye
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| Before anybody knows
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| Ain’t that the way it always goes?
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| Light up the fuses
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| Excuse myself
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| Before everyone explodes
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| Ain’t that the way it always goes?
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| Pulling the ripcord, saving myself
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| Before anybody knows
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| Ain’t that the way it always goes?
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| Alone in the life boat saving myself
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| Before anybody knows
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| Ain’t that the way it always goes?
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| Pulling the ripcord, saving myself
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| Before anybody knows
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| Ain’t that the way it always goes?
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| Alone in the life boat saving myself
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| Before anybody knows |