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Bottle of wine and a bag of cocaine |
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You're on my mind as I drive home in the rain |
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I'm reminded again of some familiar yesterday |
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Cheers to old times, raise a glass to the pain |
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I hope that you'll alright but it seems not much is changed |
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You are buying a round for everybody at the bar |
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You are painting the town with your daddy's credit card |
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All these things you must do to keep from going insane |
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Up and then down, a chill, nothing remains |
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Sand through an hourglass on its last grains |
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Only now that it's over I know who to blame |
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A bottle of wine and a bag cocaine |
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In this lonely apartment in a cloud of regret |
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I go through the same old argument to reminisce or to forget |
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I find acceptance so fleeting unless it's coursing through my veins |
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If my heart is still beating, if in my sleep I've not chocked |
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Come over tonight and won't you bring along some smokes? |
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We can put on a record and I can fill your head with lies |
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We get so sentimental but it's only lust in disguise |
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It's so hard to extinguish such an old familiar flame |
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We go up and then down until nothing remains |
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Sand through an hourglass on its last grains |
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Only now that it's over I know who to blame |
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A bottle of wine and a bag of cocaine |
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A bottle of wine and a bag of cocaine |
