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I drink a bottle everyday then step on the stage. |
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I first knew something was wrong when |
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I was half my age. |
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One night while |
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I was singing, |
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I started to laugh, |
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I couldn't stop laughing for a week and a half. |
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I'll never forget the girl in the first row, |
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She said, "But its not funny." |
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I said, "I know." |
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So I went to a shrink and he said to me, "Just don't drink when you're nervous, That's the key." |
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And I said, "Okay, that sounds fine." |
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I didn't tell him |
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I was nervous all the time. |
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So I kept on drinking, |
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And I kept on thinking. |
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Wake up, you're dying now. |
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You should be dead, |
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But you're not somehow. |
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You think you're being brave, |
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But you're digging a grave. |
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You talk like a master, |
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But you live like a slave. |
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I started meditating, that worked for a while. |
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I spent a lot of time alone, |
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And I forgot how to smile. |
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I went to church, |
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I'd just sit there and stew. |
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Thinking, "How can all these people believe things that aren't true." |
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It seems to work well for them, why can't |
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I? I guess it's 'cause |
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I'm special ' |
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Cause I'm too smart a guy. |
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Too smart. |
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Wake up, you're dying now. |
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You should be dead, |
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But you're not somehow. |
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You think you're being brave, |
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But you're digging a grave. |
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You talk like a master, |
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But you live like a slave. |
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I decided that |
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I couldn't do it alone. |
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I called a guy |
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I know on a telephone. |
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I told him all |
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I ever wanted was to be perfect. |
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I sure as hell don't wanna be an alcoholic. |
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Acceptance is a doorway to hell, |
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If you're on the wrong side, |
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Things don't go so well. |
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So I accepted who |
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I am, and named my disease, |
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And finally felt relief, and got down on my knees. |
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Wake up, you're living now. |
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You've been gone so long, do you remember how? |
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Just be yourself, that's being brave |
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You're not the master, |
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But you sure ain't the slave. |
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You're not the master, |
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But you sure ain't the slave. |
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Wake up, you're living now. |
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You've been gone so long, do you remember how? |
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Just be yourself, that's being brave |
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You're not the master, |
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But you sure ain't the slave. |
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You're not the master, |
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But you sure ain't the slave. |
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You're not the master, |
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But you sure ain't the slave. |
