Now I wake up around 4 or 5.
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Eat, shower, and get dressed in about an hour's time.
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Take my vitamins, check my messages, and call around to some friends,
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Make plans for dinner and drinks sometime after 9:00.
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Oh we're definitely gonna to call it in early tonight.
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Need to dry out and take some time to clear my mind.
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But before you know it here I am again, fucking 2:00 in the morning,
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Standing in a bar, with a drink in hand.
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How low can you go before you can't turn around?
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Now seriously, this is my last and final time.
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Well I'm making some big, big changes in my life.
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No, you won't catch me down here again,
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waiting to score sweaty money palmed in my hand.
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What are you cutting this with anyway?
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Because I have got some really, big plans.
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And today's the day I'm putting them into action.
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But before you know it, here I am again.
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Fucking 6:00 in the morning.
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Rolled up dollar bill in my hand.
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How low can you go before you can't turn around?
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And I'm sick of feeling like I'm losing my mind.
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Sick of doing the same things most nights after night.
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Sick of self-loathing and self-absorption,
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self-destructive narcissism.
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I'm sick to death of being constantly fucking sick of.
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I don't know who I can trust.
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Thought there was us, now there is no one.
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How Low
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| Against Me! |
