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I found my vice |
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I found my vice |
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It lives in a bottle and wants me to die |
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I found my vice |
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I found my vice |
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It lives in a bottle and wants me to die |
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But I wanna be alive |
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God I wanna call you my father |
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I'm sick of drinking my life away |
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I can't remember anything |
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This isn't fun anymore |
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My body's glued to the floor |
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When did my king start living inside a glass bottle? |
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I'm dying, I'm done lying to myself |
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If i'm living, its inside a hollow shell |
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My stomach is bleeding |
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But im still drinking |
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A hole inside me is now more than a metaphor |
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I guess a bottle can't save my life |
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I guess a bottle can't tame my mind |
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This is my reward, a barely beating heart |
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But I still lie to myself, I always lie to myself |
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My hands are in the air, and God I hope you're there |
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Cause I can't make it myself, i'll never make it myself |
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Standing up just to fall back down |
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Screaming nonsense to hear the sound |
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It doesn't matter if nobody's around |
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I'll hit the bottom just to feel the ground |
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Substance therapy never set me free |
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Substance therapy never set me free |
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I guess a bottle can't save my life |
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I guess a bottle can't tame my mind |
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I guess a bottle can't save my life |
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I guess a bottle can't tame my mind |
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This is my reward, a barely beating heart |
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But I still lie to myself, I always lie to myself |
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My hands are in the air, and God I hope you're there |
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Cause I can't make it myself, i'll never make it myself |
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I don't know about you, but i'm admitting now that I have a problem |
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I have a problem |
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I have a problem |
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I have a problem |
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I have a problem |
