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I get back from touring |
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Suddenly it doesn't seem like |
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Much fun to be off my face |
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At a quarter to eleven am |
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You're prangin' out, I see through you |
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(I feel awful) |
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This voice's talkin' to me |
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This ain't even funny |
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(The irons been on in my house for four fucking weeks) |
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I see through you |
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I'm about to do something stupid |
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I dare say why my manager got Lary and smacked me |
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These headaches are gettin' unbearably nasty |
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Staring at the crackwork, lookin' scary with me brandy |
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The rock 'n roll cliche walked in and then smacked me |
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Carelessly rackin' out prangs just to handle the fear |
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I do a line but then panic and feel a bit prang'd |
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So I glug Marlon from the bottle to ease of the panic |
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Then when it starts wearing off, I just feel a bit sad |
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Snort more tour support and then have a drink |
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The bruise on the side of my head is madly banging |
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The only reason I started this was the deal me a laughin' |
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The only reason I started this was the deal me a laughin' |
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You're prangin' out, I see through you |
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These voices talkin' to me |
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This ain't even funny, I see through you |
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I'm about to do something stupid |
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The girl in my bed is kinda distant right now |
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I know she's thinkin' she's a bit frightened somehow |
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I don't think she realized what I'd invited her back to my house |
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I don't want anyone to see me like this right now |
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I sorts thoughts rollin' back in my eyes |
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I've been a poor sports, thoughts dance in my mind |
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A banging headache dancin' prang'd by their side |
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Dancin' with the pictures from the past of my life |
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I don't remember any of what I just thought at all |
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The conclusion prior to when I forgot it all |
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Panicking a bit, gettin' frightened to fuck all |
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So nursing my bruise I drink right from the bottle |
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I don't want anyone, I know to see me like this |
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My fibs and single became lies and lists |
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She's gonna sell-tell, no doubt, fuck it |
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I'm not going to start drinkin', no, I can't for now |
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You're prangin' out, I see through you |
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These voices talkin' to me |
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This ain't even funny, I see through you |
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I'm about to do something stupid |
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My laptop must have slipped down and gone to sleep |
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Before the prangers pain must've dawned on me |
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Around the time I was sketchin' tryin' to con some sleep |
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And the new day on me was nearly dawning in here |
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I must have flaked while I puttied, way to loads more |
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'Cuz I'd staked on bookings waited to tell the score |
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Why do I break my rules not to wager any more? |
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I flaked on the bookings and majorly totaled on the score |
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I've got a simple problem but my mind's spinning out |
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I remembered the website between the wine and the stout |
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The rush of fear made me forget how fucked I'd been |
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This time I'm drying my eyes and a fuckin' nose bleed |
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Turnin' the phone off when my promo bloke phones me |
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Evaded for it getting nasty when my manager when he only beat me |
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I threw his wallet out the window as it had grown heated |
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He said, "Sort your life out" as he punched me onto my feet |
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You're prangin' out, I see through you |
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These voices talkin' to me |
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This ain't even funny, I see through you |
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I'm about to do something stupid |
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You're prangin' out, I see through you |
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These voices talkin' to me |
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This ain't even funny, I see through you |
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I'm about to do something stupid |
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Right now logic states, I need to be not contemplating suicide |
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(I see through you) |
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'Cause rational thought, it would seem that I need to be |
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Not doing stuff that makes death seem like an easier option |
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(I see through you) |
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I need a totally Trojan plan right now |
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(I see through you) |
