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climb in side me.. painanother night of drinkin'another night of beeing out of my headand i dont know where i was last nightdrinkin' on a empty stomach or an empty mindit makes no difference when im way out of linethings i cant remember comes back to haunt mealot of people out there who seem to want meclimb in the bottle and never come outi may know nothing but im good at somethingi will drink till the sun comes up no moreone of these days gonna come out of my hazebetter hurry up its getting harder to come back |
