You start whispering when I wake
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Quit speaking when the seal breaks
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I taste a sweet & bitter taste
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The more I drink the more I see
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How clearly world opens to me
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I can continue this everlasting spree
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But I don't need you to tell me how to drink
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In the ocean of lies my boat will sink
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You speak again when night falls
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Scream and shout when I crawl
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Whatever, I will loose this all
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It doesn't matter is it night or day
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From cradle to grave goes this HighWay...
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But God knows I won't pray
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I break the seal and say...
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You leave when the bottle is in my hand
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Alone 'cause no one understands
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Alone sailing on a sea I can't see the land
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You are gone and the bottle is still my hand
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Alone in full crowd I stand
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No one here can tell me where's the land...
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('cause the pain comes inside)
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Drifting and drowning
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seeking and finding the way to the land
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Or do I really want
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Spree
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| Cryhavoc |
