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You used to feel like a smoker, shivering in the cold. |
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Waiting outside the bar til the opener's over. |
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But now you feel like a drinker, twenty days off the sauce |
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Down at the liquor store trying to call your sponsor. |
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You used to feel like the forest fire burning, but now you feel like a child |
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throwing tantrums for your turn. |
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You used to sound like a prophet, and everyone wanted to know |
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How you could tell the truth without losing that soft glow. |
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Now you fell like a salesman closing another deal, |
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Or some drunk ship captain raging after the white whale. |
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You used to feel like the forest fire burning, but now you feel like a child |
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throwing tantrums and then some. |
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You used to feel like the prodigal returning, but now...now you hate what you've made, |
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and you want to watch it burn. |