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Doctor please, I need a new hope |
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The more I run, the more the track becomes a living hell paved with regrets |
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I've been looking for some help |
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The smiles in the streets they scare |
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The hands on my back they ****ing weight |
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The picks in my head they help, I believe |
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Shake, shake, shake, shake |
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The wine, the whiskey, they became discrete pills |
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The ice pick, a remedy |
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I'll never find a way to wake up |
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And here comes the mourning |
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I give up the steel is already in |
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Understand, you're the last chance I take |
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You're the last chance I ****ing take to die |
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And I don't wanna die |
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Who cares about real questions giving you the doubt you need? |
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I'm tired of thinking of what I could get to drop out |
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I'm alone now, in the same ol' trap |
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Longing for a sand box smile to come back |
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I feel left behind |
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On and on the same glass |
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And the bottle is down |
