[Slug - Verse 1]
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Ain't no colour paint gonna cover the stains
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The pictures on the wall will all remain
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And even though he's now, sound and safe
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Surrounded by the faces that he place his faith
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The images visit from the past he witnessed
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Can't stay away from the memories
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Sticks with each detail, embedded in stone
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Like he chiseled stoves convictions into his bones
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The progress stops and pauses, spits and sputters
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Like the basement faucet
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And it's obvious he's lost in his regrets
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You can smell it on his breath
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[Slug - Verse 2]
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Ain't no colour paint gonna cover the stains
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But now the alcohol is gonna mother the pain
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Tuck it away, no complaints
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Just laying on his back, on hisbackyard under the rain
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Take tomorrow but doesn't no how though
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For every swallow there's another to follow
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He weaves his way throughout the story
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Looking for a new missing piece or a door key
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Spirits used to be for celebration
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But now they just take him away from the hell that's waiting
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Re-up until it's three sheets up
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And pick a place for the skeletons to meet up
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[Slug - Verse 3]
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Ain't no colour paint gonna cover the stains
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But if the oxygen escapes it'll smother the flames
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No introduction doesn't speak his own name
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Gonna beat them demons at they own game
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The sunset rides to the end slow
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Same song echoing outside of the window
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You can't grow if the skin don't fit you
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Sometimes you gotta get low just to get through
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No inspiration left to do your best when
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Nobody hates you more than you're reflection
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Suffer the shame until it stuffs the drain
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He's got two hands and a bucket of paint
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Come on
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Painting
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