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Tilt your glasses steep |
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And drain them if you're like me |
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Filled up with apathy |
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Worn out, accepting defeat |
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Concur if you're at home |
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And you're getting drunk alone |
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In front of the TV |
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Stone faced and falling asleep |
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And smile 'cause this one's for you |
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And the trouble you've gotten into |
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The darkness you're still working through |
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And the dialogue that's haunting you |
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I'll tell them what they'd want to hear |
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I'm an expert, I've done this for years |
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They say hurt people just keep hurting people |
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But I've made my bed and I don't want to sleep in it |
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Come back, keep me alive |
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I won't touch you, but look in your eyes |
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And just lay there, my own separate side |
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Honey, stay here, just slip into my arms |
