I'm giving respect to the policy of falling down stupid drunk
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For some reason this feels easier with the immature ad to blame
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Someone-else for my pain.
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I'm guilty resenting me for always wearing an easy heart
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It constantly made way to my sleeve with an invite to tear it up.
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Beat me up with my love.
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I just shed my layers of clothes and sat down in the snow.
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Pathetic pretend suicide for sympathy I tried.
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Hey..
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Recalling all the bad thoughts I perceived of you
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And I know I'm not entirely free from fault
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But something had to give
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Something did come over me
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A sensible domain
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Hypocrisy of shame
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I run away from blame
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Policy Of A Fallen Down Stupid Drunk
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| Bugs In Amber |
