I hope someday that we can sit and talk above the surface
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For now I'm drowning in a sea of you
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The irony of alcohol and this conversation piece
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Is exactly what we need to keep us from the truth
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So let me sit here all alone and contemplate the meaning
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Of a situation made up in your mind
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You're so damn miserable and careless with your
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darkest thoughts
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You act as if your clock is fooling time
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Say hello to routine life and goodbye to the vacation
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I haven't thought about you in two days
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The more I see the in between the more I want to leave
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But it keeps on closing in to the tune of selfish ways
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In your ashtray is the answer to all the questions that
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you had to prove
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We are not going to keep moving forward in our sleep
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Can you save us? Would you dare?
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In a place where you refuse to care
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The Dregs Of Sobriety
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| No Use For A Name |
