I. DRANK MYSELF TO DEATH
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We got a bottle of Jim Beam and I drank a liter.
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To distract me from my constant overthinking I need a breather.
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You built this up your head. The pressure.
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Relax, don't think too much 'cause you can't take this.
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Well, I relaxed with liquor.
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The pressure has gone away, but baby, I can't see shit.
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It's not the same to me when falling on my face.
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I finally drank myself to death.
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Enter the shaking, maaan, I shoulda eaten something. Enter the crying.
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"My life is useless and I won't amount to nothing." Better start dying.
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You built this up your head. The pressure.
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Relax, don't think too much 'cause you can't take this.
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Well, I relaxed with liquor.
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The pressure has gone away, but baby, I can't see shit.
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It's not the same to me when falling on my face.
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Wrap me up in sheets, there's nothing left to see her.
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I should be old enough to know (better better)
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and I SHOULD be young enough to not take everything so seriously
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SHOULD be smart enough to know that doing this is dangerous
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this mixing anxious energy with drunk ferocious carelessness.
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I finally drank myself to death.
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It's turned to laughs.
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I'm turning red outside on Cedar St.
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It's twenty-two degrees.
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I'm screaming "M-I-N-N-E-A-P-O-L-I-S CAN KISS MY ASS IN HELL"
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I've built you up in my head and now you've started a war in my head.
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II. TRUE 'TIL COLLEGE
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Get me a friend or a smoke or a hospital or a suicide pill.
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Get me a million dollar record deal so I can end this charade.
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I've been writing the same song over again, over again, over again.
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Over and over and over and over again.
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And it feels like heroin.
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I just got addicted to demanding your attention for my trite repetition.
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And I can't stop thinking about the first songs I ever wrote
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Where I swore off alcohol 'cause I knew better.
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And I can't stop feeling like that "straight edge" shit became a cult
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But I'm kidding myself by believing that the bar scene is any better.
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And I keep writing the same damn song over again and over again and over again.
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And it feels like there's nothing left at all.
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King Of Minneapolis, Pts. I And II
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| Bomb The Music Industry! |
