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Wine is fine, but whiskey's quicker |
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Suicide is slow with liquer |
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Take a bottle, drown your sorrows |
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Then it floods away tommorows |
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Away tommorows |
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Evil thoughts and evil doings |
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Cold, alone you hang in ruins |
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Thought that you'd escape the reaper |
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You can't escape the master keeper ' |
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Cos you feel life's unreal, and you're living a lie |
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Such a shame, who's to blame, and you're wondering why |
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Then you ask from your cask, is there life after birth |
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What you saw can mean hell on this earth |
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Hell on this earth |
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Now you live inside a bottle |
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The reaper's travelling at full throttle |
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It's catching you, but you don't see |
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The reaper's you, and the reaper is me |
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Breaking laws, knocking doors |
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But there's no one at home |
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Made your bed, rest your head |
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But you lie there and moan |
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Where to hide, suicide is the only way out |
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Don't you know what it's really about |
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Wine is fine, but whiskey's quicker |
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Suicide is slow with liquer |
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Take a bottle, drown your sorrows |
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Then it floods away tomorrows |