At the bottom of the first drink I found my nerve. At the bottom of the next
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one I met my girl. At the bottom of the third drink I found a fourth and at the
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bottom of that one was a trojan horse that carried in demons who brought their
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brides and they tempted darkness where I lost my mind. Well the fifth drink
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found it and carried it home where my girl was waiting one foot out the door.
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Another night spent gathering dust. Mug shot of a marble bust. Ruination leaves
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the lantern lit so I know where the good lovin' is. I used to be a goddamn
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saint. I said my prayers and handled snakes until the road introduced me to
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sin. I only shook hands with drink but he had friends with him. I curse the day
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we raised our glass up like a bridge to let the Devil pass because he ain't
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ever left this town and only beaten and unborn are living with him now. I used
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to be a holy man. "Once put an onion in a beggar's hand." But now I'd rather
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not believe. How can a man I've never met be so cruel to me? At least I'm in
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good company. I'll drink to that. Dash the cup. Fifteen years has been long
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enough. Put the child in an unmarked grave and burn the black book, page by
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page. Go alone, there is your road. For once, I'm awake and I will not serve
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madness. I am not the company I keep. Dash the cup. Fifteen years has been long
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enough put the child in an unmarked grave and burn the black book, page by
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page.
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Partying Is Such Sweet Sorrow
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| Every Time I Die |
