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last call for regret and defeat |
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to finish the bottle full of empty dreams |
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punch strong head that was straight out of line |
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another excuse with no alibi |
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hitchin on the road of decline |
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with no name streets and no vital signs |
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i pissed away the best of me and |
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no one can help me! |
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misery's best friend |
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can't be a dead-end |
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a bag full of regrets and i'm coming clean |
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so feel it |
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especially the rejects |
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a bad habit |
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don't forget it you better |
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count your last blessings |
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and fill up the wagon |
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chases this fee |
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and now i'm running out of time |
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my hands are tied |
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and nailed to the cross |
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i'm looking for all the composure i lost |
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i'm petulant with a bad attitude |
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a poster-child vision of wasted youth |
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i dodged the book and found the key |
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i can't say the same for dignity |
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i pissed away the best of me and |
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no one can help me |
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misery's best friend |
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can't be a dead-end |
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a bag full of regrets and i'm coming clean |
|
so feel it |
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especially the rejects |
|
a bad habit |
|
don't forget it you better |
|
count your last blessings |
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and fill up the wagon |
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chases this fee |
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and now i'm running out of time |
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my own enemy |
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i don't hear you now |
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perfect tragedy |
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god bless us denial |
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misery's best friend |
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can't be a dead-end |
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a bag full of regrets and i'm coming clean |
|
so feel it |
|
especially the rejects |
|
a bad habit |
|
don't forget it you better |
|
count your last blessings |
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and fill up the wagon |
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chases this fee |
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and now i'm running out of time |
