An alcohol whore is what I was before,
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Low-life day's ereased in a purple haze,
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Maybe, just a craze, a phase we were going through
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(Between you and me...the habit continues)
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Sobriety's deserted me once again,
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Surrender to the bender and no saying, "When."
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Chewing on a bottle of ignorant bliss
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And needs must at times like this
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CHORUS
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Glass jaw, alcohol whore
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Cardboard cut-out lying on the floor,
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Lame brain's drunk again...
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Stupid dumb-dumb cold plumb insane.
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I've felt worse but I've felt better,
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A human see-saw to the letter
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(It makes me feel so bad-but so nice)
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So bad and so nice!
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That old devil gravity's having it's way with me,
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Bringing me down, surrounding me with misery.
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A high-tide suicide, a death ride;
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Cut and dried...Inisde I can't hide though I've tried.
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Confidence crumbling, can't talk,
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I'm mumbling to myself.
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I'm stumbling for the top shelf,
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Get straight, got to decontaminate before it's too late.
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CHORUS
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Wake Up! Time to Die...
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| Pop Will Eat Itself |
