Rubbing Alcohol

Forgot about it all, with rubbing alcohol,
in my head, in my bed. Oh, please, please tell me more.
Convenient climate change, from faces with no names,
in my place, out of grace; so, please, please tell me more.

'Cause now you've got me on fire, and now you've set me alone.
And now I'm lost, yes I'm lost and I don't know where to turn.
What's my happy ending?

You're a radio talk show host, and I'm at home biting my nails.

Forgot it in the air, the taste of all despair,
loss of love, from above; so, please please tell me more.
'Cause all I do is plea, and wonder who's with me,
in my brain, filled with pain, whatever just fucking tell me more.

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So why should I try, why try?
Why?

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