I skinned hope, then cut the rope
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And watched you fall into my show
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Thought I cared, feeling impaired
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Cut yourself when no one cared
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I'm calling out, attention mounts
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This stowaway's ship is going down
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Been running blind, running behind
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Just very violently killing time
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All I want from you is another round
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Slamming faster just to hit the ground
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Tip another glass just to get me loose
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Tying on another big liquid noose
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Served on ice, serving you sliced
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Ground up men or were they mice
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When it gets way down, to nothing or not
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Way beneath less than what you've got
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All I want from you is another round
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Slamming faster just to hit the ground
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Tip another glass just to get me loose
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Tying on another big liquid noose
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Round my neck, round my back
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Swallow hard as the end's attached
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Here's blood in your eye, the tension taken
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Who are you to say that I'm forsaken
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All I want from you is another round
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Slamming faster just to hit the ground
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Tip another glass just to get me loose
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Tying on another big liquid noose
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All I want from you is another round
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Slamming faster just to hit the ground
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Tip another glass just to get me loose
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Tying on another big liquid noose
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Liquid Noose
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Liquid Noose
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| Flotsam And Jetsam |
