These blood shot eyes, they don't compromise,
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And this dry cottonmouth, spits out words she can't figure out,
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And I'm drowning on my bed, and the phone falls out of reach,
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We'll I am like a dead man washed upon the beach,
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Hold my head down under water,
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And pull me up just to watch me suffer,
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Headlights from your car,
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Chase the shadows on my wall that kept me comfort,
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But she loves to watch me suffer,
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And these blood shot eyes, they don't recognize,
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And the look on your face, you always seem so damn out of place,
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And I'm crashed on your bed, and your hand falls out of reach,
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I am like a dead man washed upon the beach,
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Hold my head down under water,
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And pull me up just to watch me suffer,
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Headlights from your car,
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Chase the shadows on my wall that kept me comfort,
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We'll I am on my last nerve in case you haven't heard,
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I burn with every word,
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I close my eyes, you kick me in the side,
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But I am still alive, I am still alive, I said I'm still alive,
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Hold my head down under water,
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And pull me up just to watch me sufferr,
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She holds my head down under water,
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But she pulls me up just to watch me suffer
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I am what she thinks that I am I've become her dead man
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Deadman
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Big 10-4 |