"You'll get it right sometime. You will."
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I tell myself that everyday.
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"You don't need to latch on to anything.
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You'll just end up back here
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In your little limbo scene."
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It's repetitious and exhausting.
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I might need some therapy;
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Anything to keep me in check through the day.
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Don't think about your lover.
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You're already steady shaking."
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I might need a sedative,
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But I hate the taste of medicine.
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"You just need to let her go."
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These pills shaking in my hand
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Just make me feel defeated,
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Like I'm not able to just let her go away.
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I hate this place but I love these chords.
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"An empty fate just means an even score."
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And the pain this morning...
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It filled my head.
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It's Jameson.
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It means that I'm not dead.
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And I just can't seem to get away
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There's no such thing as escape,
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Even with the sedaives
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You're always in the same state,
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Clutching to a limbo scene.
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You're never changing anything,
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You just stop the shaking.
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And it's constantly repeated through the days.
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Trusty Chords
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| Hot Water Music |
