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I drink to drive away all the years I have hated, |
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The ambitions frustrated that no longer survive. |
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I drink day after day to the chaos behind me, |
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Yes, I drink to remind me that still I'm alive. |
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So I give you a toast to the endless confusions, |
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To the lies and delusions that have swallowed my life. |
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Yes, I give you a toast to the wine and the roses, |
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To the deadly cirrhosis that can cut like a knife. |
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I drink to catch a gleam of the love we degraded, |
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Of a life that has faded like the vanishing moon. |
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I drink, as in a dream, to my waning desire, |
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To the passionate fire that has burned out so soon. |
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I drink and I drown in the promise you made me, |
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All the times you betrayed me in your anger and spite, |
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When you took on the town, when you looked for the action, |
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When you took satisfaction, like a whore in the night. |
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I drink to make-believe that my life is worth living, |
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That the gods are forgiving at the end of the day. |
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I drink because I grieve for the dreams when we started, |
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For the innocent-hearted who got lost on the way. |
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For the children unborn, for their dead, phantom faces, |
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For our sterile embraces in the tomb of your bed. |
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I drink, and I mourn for the harvest that failed, |
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For the ship that has sailed, for the hope that is dead. |
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I drink to find a place where the darkness can hide me |
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Till the terror inside me can at last disappear. |
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I drink to my disgrace, till oblivion claims me |
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Till there's nothing that shames me, till I'm blind to my fear. |
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Yes, I drink till I burst in my own degradation, |
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To the edge of damnation that is waiting below. |
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Yes, I drink with a thirst that destroys and depraves me |
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And cuffs and enslaves me, and will never let go. |
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I drink until I'm lost, and the street is my hideout |
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Where I vomit my pride out till I'm gasping for breath. |
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I drink to count the cost of a life I despair for |
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Until God hears my prayer for the compassion of death. |
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So I spit out my bile at the gods who demean us, |
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At the silence between us, at the love none can save. |
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For a life that is vile, for a soul that is ailing |
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For a body that's failing as it heads for the grave. |
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I drink without a care... drink because I must... |
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Drink to my despair... I drink to your disgust... |
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I drink, drink, drink... by God, I drink! |
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Yes, I drink! |