I am a critic,
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of my own critical need to define myself,
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with wine, and words, and lovers,
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and friends who don't understand...
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So there, I just said it,
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you know that admitting the problem,
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is the first step towards repair,
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"We all recover,"
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say the friends turned to wine-drunk lovers...
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Smile, tell me I'm alright with a goodbye,
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You are so misleading,
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a kiss or a gun fight - high-noon or midnight,
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Darling, I don't want to know,
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if I'm just a short sight on a cold night,
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the canals are freezing,
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so tell me alright with a goodbye...
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Am I a villain, cast among heroes,
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with all of their underwhelming, overbearing struggles,
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to become what they'll never be?
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Friends to the wicked...
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Caution is calling, but nobody's home,
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the lights are off, the party's over,
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now you're stuck plucking three leaf clovers...
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Smile, tell me I'm alright with a goodbye,
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You are so misleading,
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a kiss or a gun fight - high-noon or midnight,
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Darling, I don't want to know,
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if I'm just a short sight on a cold night,
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the canals are freezing,
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so tell me alright with a goodbye...
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You've got the high ground,
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and I'm on my best defense,
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but I dare you to come down,
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I'll give you an eye for an eye,
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if it makes things easy...
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Smile, tell me I'm alright with a goodbye,
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You are so misleading,
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a kiss or a gun fight - high-noon or midnight,
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Darling, I don't want to know,
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if I'm just a short sight on a cold night,
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the canals are freezing,
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so tell me alright with a goodbye...
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Smile, tell me alright with a goodbye...
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Canals
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| All Time Low |
