I writes songs it's not enough to shake myself from this rut
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If you asked I couldn't find the words to describe how this hurts
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Now I could drive 1000 times around this little town to which this night
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With my answers appear always away, and my problems staring in my face
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Now should I stumble in your house just to scream my lungs out
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Cause, slurring, and blurring, don't you worry all of this is over soon
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Now I think I need just one more drink of alcohol to make this right
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I think when you can drink of all of your problems away
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And I drink to kill braincells that make me think anything about you
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So I can live without you
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So now we're broken
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These words they come like shards
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Shattered and broken
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Did they bend and burn?
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Now it is your turn
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Do you feel this pain?
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That digs and plans to stay
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Those promises you made
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With time they will surely fail
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Forgetting Is The Hardest Part
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| Post Break Tragedy |
