| I call it a phase, I call it a phase
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| The bottles, the bottles are killing the pain
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| I call it a phase, I call it a phase
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| When no one’s looking
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| I’m taking all I can
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| I kiss the bottle until I can’t stand
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| I wake up grieving
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| By noon I won’t care
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| I count the minutes 'till I start again
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| Oh what have I become?
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| How have I come undone?
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| What feels the hollow?
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| This is the vein of money
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| So hard to swallow
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| The facts I need to be free
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| I call it a phase, I call it a phase
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| The bottles, the bottles are killing the pain
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| I call it a phase, I call it a phase
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| Unturned to toll in and now I’m in to sing
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| I’m in control, I’m in for a drink
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| My compass spinning
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| I’ve been making mistakes
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| You can not hurt when you can not feel a thing
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| Oh what have I become?
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| I have come undone
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| What feels the hollow?
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| This is the vein of money
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| So hard to swallow
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| The facts I need to be free
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| What feels the hollow?
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| This is the vein of money
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| (I call it a phase, I call it a phase)
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| I think it’s killing me
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| The patches hurt me
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| I won’t remember a thing
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| I trade in, I can force some empathy
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| I wake up grieving
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| By noon I won’t care
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| I count the minutes 'till I start again
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| Oh what have I become?
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| What feels the hollow?
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| This is the vein of money
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| So hard to swallow
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| The facts I need to be free
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| (I call it a phase, I call it a phase)
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| What feels the hollow?
|
| (The bottles, the bottles are killing the pain)
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| This is the vein of money
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| (I call it a phase, I call it a phase)
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| So hard to swallow
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| (The bottles, the bottles are killing the pain)
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| The facts I need to be free |