I lost it all, my brain, life, my balls for y'all
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no more phone calls
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I walk alone, along 'cross the long hauls
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the alcohol stars the show
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the strip-malls, the hos, the strippers and spit balls
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and pit falls I done fell through
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I went to hell for you
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probably end up in Bellevue or jail for you
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that'll be two for two, headed for I.C.U.
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Blah!
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No time to grieve it all changes so fast
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and after all we¡¯re all gonna fall
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no time to grieve, can¡¯t make the moment last
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the dirt on the plains won¡¯t turn to grass and I ain¡¯t got no time to grieve
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Live's are often mental and a lot of ways cyn' a little
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complement the instrumental, detrimental
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and gobblin' pistols for supper
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upper rechelant & silly, pretty silicon titties
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bitty's wantin' a wad and fifty's
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not a hallmark and we ain't mad
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what can I say? and so, I'm shitty, shiney, shotty
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in my lap and makin' naughty
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tappin' tha crap and mail and hiccup
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and snappin' fell in da crap and only see laughin'
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what's happened to my sanity?
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what happened?
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No time to grieve it all changes so fast
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and after all we¡¯re all gonna fall
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no time to grieve, can¡¯t make the moment last
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the dirt on the plains won¡¯t turn to grass and I ain¡¯t got no time to grieve
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Got a chip on my shoulder the size of Boulder, Colorado, colder
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look in the mirror I'm gettin' older El Dorado soldier
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off the off ramp off the wagon and on to braggin'
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you got a mokey on your back? I got a dragon!
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I'm in mourning every morning
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hanging out with my dumbass should have a Surgeon General Warning
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ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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born too be wild and born too rust
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I hear a roar in me, I'm in the war for peace
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the tears pour from these eyes
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the core in me tries to store the heat rising inside of me
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anger bangs on my brain but I manage not to do damage
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what a planet we inhabit the Sabbath is true dammit
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the dealer of bad habits is workin his black magic
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imagine packin' the gat that you grippin' you damn scabbin'
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and stashin' it in the back and just blastin'
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No time to grieve it all changes so fast
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and after all we¡¯re all gonna fall
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no time to grieve, can¡¯t make the moment last
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the dirt on the plains won¡¯t turn to grass and I ain¡¯t got no time to grieve
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It's hard too believe anything that you told
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if a sin is a sin we've all killed before
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one way or another we all stole a dollar
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and after all we're gonna fall
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and after all we're gonna fall
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No Time To Grieve
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Rehab |