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Whoa yeah! |
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1 2 3 40 and the thrill of the bright sweet night is a question of you. |
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Tryin' to be kickin' **** to help me out |
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After all you know i never wanna go |
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Before i go high i'm very down |
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The only bottle left to drink again and again |
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You know i can't go the other way without being trashed lost and strungout |
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Why do i slice them out? |
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When together try something drug you question me |
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Whats to coming out? |
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Before i go high i'm very down |
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The only bottle left to drink again and again |
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Come on! |
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Maybe i set my tracks to my life |
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What the **** have i done to you |
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And the trashed people askin' my head until i sweat |
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Now tell me what the **** to do! |
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One day i gettin to the point where i aint gonna do |
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Nothing but try to be strungout on you |
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You let me drown way deep down below |
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For the fleeting past to let go |
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Went to the end to raise my better half |
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Lookin' at my own reflection |
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Forever i saw him kissin' you goodbye |
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To kill my soul and diction |
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Before i walk i need the ground |
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You know me poor i never return |
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Up yours and next you tell me '**** ****' |
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The only bottle left to drink before i go! |
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One day i gettin to the point where i aint gonna do |
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Nothing but try to be strungout on you |
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You let me drown way deep down below |
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For the fleeting past to let go |
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Went to the end to raise my better half |
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Lookin' at my own reflection |
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Forever i saw him kissin' you goodbye |
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To kill my soul and diction |
