Do I have nothing good left to say?
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Do i need whiskey to start fueling my complaints?
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People love to drink their troubles away
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Sometimes I feel that I'd be better off that way
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Cause maybe then I could sleep at night
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I wouldn't lie awake until the morning light
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This is something that I'll never control
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My nerves will be the death of me, I know.. I know, I know
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So here's to living life miserable
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And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told
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Maybe drinking wine would validate my sorrow
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Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle
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Maybe then I could sleep at night
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I wouldn't lie awake until the morning light
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This is something that I'll never control
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My nerves will be the death of me, I know.
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Finally I could hope for a better day
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No longer holding on to the things that cloud my mind
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Maybe then the weight of the world wouldn't seem so heavy
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But then again I'll probably always feel this way
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At least I know I'll never sleep at night
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I'll always lie awake until the morning light
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This is something that I'll never control
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My nerves will be the death of me
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My nerves will be the death of me
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My nerves will be the death of me, I know.
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The Death Of Me
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| City And Colour |
