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I pour my brain into a can |
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And beer swamps my mind |
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Turning me from a man |
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Into something less defined |
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An open wound |
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With raw emotions bleeding forth |
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The night becomes a swamp |
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As the brew takes its course |
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I'm falling down into |
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A black lagoon |
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Pour me a pint of my best friend |
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And set them up again. |
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A melancholy anger weeps |
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In shadows of lost hope |
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The mutant climbs inside my eyes |
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And sanity is soaked. |
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The taste is sweet and satisfies |
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A midnight afternoon |
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I am sinking slowly |
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In the potion's black lagoon |
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I'm falling down into |
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A black lagoon |
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Pour me a pint of my best friend |
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And set them up again. |
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Pour me a glass of cold dark beer |
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And don't ask me to smile at you, my dear |
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There's no answer in the bottle |
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However hard I look |
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There's no wisdom in that cocktail |
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However hard it's shook |
