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Kiss me on the forhead angel |
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Before I go to sleep |
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I can't remember if its Thursday or December |
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I've been keeping track of days by counting hangovers |
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And the bottles on my floor |
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My mangled memory is making me mistake misfortune for forgivness |
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I don't think I'll make it out alive |
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So promise me that you'll survive to bury me |
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Just empty all the alcohol |
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And chronicle the chemicals |
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But don't forget the cigarettes |
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Remember every ember |
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Alright, I admit that past few months were broken and abused |
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Now I'm used to the bleeding and unspoken words that kept me so confused |
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Maybe we can get past these addictions |
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But the bodies piling up are a whole other story |
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Unless your stomach's strong enough(2x) |
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Maybe we can get past these addictions |
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But the bodies piling up |
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So promise me that you'll survive to bury me |
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Hell, maybe we can just pretend |
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That this recovery wont depend on moderation |
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And in the end the same routine won'e leave me dead(2x) |
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Just empty all the alcohol...or baby we're dead |
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Tomorrow we'll wake up in time to stop this double suicide |
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Through kisses laced with cyanide |
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ANd one last look through bloodshot eyes |
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I guess this is what they call killing yourself in small dose(2x) |
