old habits die hard, growing bitter from trying to be broken
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while these comfortable routines are smothered with affection
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well, i choose to switch between the two
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i choose whatever convinces you, that I should be allowed to
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slip through the cracks and get back to the living
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these walls are unforgiving
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send someone to check on me and take notes on my recovery
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one pill will get me through the day
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but I take two anyway
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when I take three pills the song begins to play
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one that won't go away. And even though I know
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one pill will get me through the day
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I take two anyway
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when I mix four pills with a drink the song starts to play
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its in the back of my head and its everywhere
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and its all I can think about
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its all spinning out of control
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for one day this thing is out of my hands
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while under severe supervision,
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everything is, everything is
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but when unsuspected, addiction is under the radar
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and anything goes, so here I sit,
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comatose almost
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I float between hospitals and halfway homes
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between halfway living and halfway lying
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and I know all the awful things that no one needs to know
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I take my medicine and make them believe that i'm a better man
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one pill will get me through the day
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but I take two anyway
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when I take three pills the song begins to play
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one that won't go away. And even though I know
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one pill will get me through the day
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I take two anyway
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when I mix four pills with a drink the song starts to play
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its in the back of my head and its everywhere
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and its all I can think about
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but still I hear the song
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its everywhere
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surrounding me and ringing in my ears.
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the perfect song will call for sedatives, sacrifice and sing-alongs
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so sing along
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Recovering
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Boysnightout (Boys Night Out) |