feat. Linkin Park
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As I fall deeper into a manic state
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I'm a prime candidate for the gene to receive the drug addict traits
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Blood pressure climbs at a dramatic rate
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I seem to gravitate to the bottle of Nyquil then I salivate
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Start off with the night well like, I think I'll just have a taste
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Couple of sips of that then I gradually graduate
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To a harder prescription drug called Valium like, yeah that's great
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I go to just take one and I end up like having eight
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Now I need something in my stomach 'cause I haven't ate
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Maybe I'll grab a plate of nachos and I'll have a steak
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And you'd think that with all I have at stake
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Look at my daughter's face, mommy, something is wrong with dad, I think
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He's acting weird again, he's really beginning to scare me
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Won't shave his beard again and he pretends he doesn't hear me
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And all he does is eat Doritos and Cheetos
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And he just fell asleep in his car eating Three Musketeers in the rear seat
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Clutching my cure
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I tightly lock the door
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I try to catch my breath again
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I hurt much more than any time before
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I have no options left again
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Maybe just a nice cold brew, what's a beer
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That's the devil in my ear, I been sober a fucking year
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And that fucker still talks to me, he's all I can fucking hear
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Marshall, come on, we'll watch the game, it's the Cowboys and Buccaneers
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And maybe if I just drink half I'll be half buzzed
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For half of the time, who's the mastermind behind that little line
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With that kind of rationale, man, I got half a mind
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To have another half of glass of wine, sound asinine
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Yeah, I know, but I never had no problem with alcohol
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Ouch, look out for the wall, aim for the couch, I'm 'bout to fall
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I missed the couch and down I go looking like a bouncy ball
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Shit must've knocked me out 'cause I ain't feel the ground at all
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Wow, what the fuck happened last night, where am I
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Man, fuck am I hangover and goddamn I
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Got a headache, shit half a Vicodin, why can't I
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All systems ready for takeoff, please stand by
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Clutching my cure
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I tightly lock the door
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I try to catch my breath again
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I hurt much more than any time before
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I have no options left again
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Sometimes I feel so alone, I just don't know
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Feels like I been down this road before
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So lonely and cold, it's like something takes over me
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As soon as I go home and close the door
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Kinda feels like deja vu
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I wanna get away from this place I do
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But I can't and I won't, say I try, but I know that's a lie
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'Cause I don't and why I just don't know
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I don't want to be the one the battles always choose
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'Cause inside I realize that I'm the one confused
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I'll paint it on the walls
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'Cause I'm the one at fault
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I'll never fight again
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And this is how it ends
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I'll paint it on the walls
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'Cause I'm the one at fault
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I'll never fight again
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And this is how it ends
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Cure
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Eminem |