Here I am drunk at 3 AM
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Got my second bottle down
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I got 12 to 15 pages
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of my desperation
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Cold I feel so poor and old
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And I'm maddened for your flesh
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But my bodys broken down
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In the fading twilight
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I will find a way
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Im gonna find a way
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While the fear of wasted years
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Keeps laughing just behind
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Alone no one will stay with me
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No an angel of despair
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To watch me as I rot
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And the radio keeps playing
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Down for days I make no sound
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Soon the rats and carrion
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Will rip the flesh away
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From legs and wrists and head
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I make promises that I'd never describe
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This sense of waiting out the end
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So pour another glass
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And one more virgin page
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just might get lucky
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And maybe I'll get good
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at 3am
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So here I am
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More Depalma, Less Fellini
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Good Riddance |