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Ground bottle six the permanent bliss sharp glass lips, give me a kiss Eyes with the familiar shape label, white letters, they integrate Cubans in the bar room with I bloom in the fog like mushrooms See every bullet in the window of my past Now that's what I call a shot (two, three, four)
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the cracks on the sidewalk Pack the cigarette box in my palm Flame on the tip of a I know where the light came from Legs a ghost, I still walk Whole world mushed concrete, feels Blinded by the cameras pop I'm a big fan, glass? (Two, three, four)
Empty on the table Black roses on the of people dancing To an sound stranger Can I call you a My friend, I'm going down With bottles on the table roses on the ground
Oh, what a life it's What about my life in there? What about the and when's? If's, maybe's, could-have-been's? You didn't know about me, man You didn't go to in the clothes that I had to wear back then Look at you, faggot, what you looking at, punk? What, bitch? Give me shot, hey, what you want? Make it a double, fuck it, a triple, fuck it, give me the And then bottoms-up, what a positive role model
Hey Wolf, Wolf! Come on man, time to go
Wake up in the morning feeling I'm not awake at all a Tylenol, shake it off Wanna take another shot of but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off
Wake up in the morning feeling I'm not awake at all Take a Tylenol, it off Wanna another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off
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