It's four A.M. again
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Father, forgive me this sin
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Uncomfortable in this life, yeah
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I can't put down this knife, yeah
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I'm carving words in my arms, baby
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Hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe
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I need the touch of a hand
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This isn't what I had planned
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[Chorus]
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I need relief from this life
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I wanna slip away into the night
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Don't wanna see the sun again
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But can't get swallowed up by this tragic whirlwind
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I wish the ocean was warm
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I feel like drowning
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I'm losing my faith in me
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I can't remember the last time I felt free
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From voices inside my head
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When I taste liberation, they just feed me fear instead
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You say I'm out of control
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At least I still have a soul
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No, I don't need your advice
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Some compassion would be nice
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge:]
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I can't take any more of your pills
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They hold my head up
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But still it feels so wrong
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I can't believe the price that I've paid
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For this chemically-induced, perceivably ideal, take-it-with-a-glass-of-water day
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[Chorus]
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Drowning
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| Jay Brannan |
