Out a little late aren't you?
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What's out there I don't give you?
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Don't I drink and sleep with you?
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What you want you'll never get-
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what you want is infinite.
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You'll never get your fill of it.
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So again you drink
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and you grind your teeth.
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Gnashing at the bit
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of this emptiness
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you can't swallow down.
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It echoes in your
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mouth
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the words keep bounding out
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Up a little late aren't you?
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You let an empty bed scare you.
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Still I drink and sleep with you.
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<still i drink and sleep>
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Standing up to stay awake,
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you start to blink you start to sway.
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Blacking out another day.
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<again you sleep>
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So again you sleep
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and you grind your teeth.
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On the kitchen floor
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you can't feel a thing -
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that's what you perfer - yeah,
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you found a cure for it.
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Uh-oh.
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Uh-oh.
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And again you wake
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from a drunken sleep.
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make some promises
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you know you'll never keep -
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but at least you try.
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Or at least you try to
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try.
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Uh-oh.
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Uh-oh.
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Empty Bed
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| The Good Life |
