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I'm spending too much time inside my head
If the thoughts don't turn more positive
Then the parks, tunnels, alleys will soon be my bed
And there's a pitch I can reach
And a melody I can use
And I'll Abuse Abuse Abuse
Until the blood won't let us decipher
Whether it's me, you, or the tragedy
That's the real muse
Lot's of talk has been going around
And it's only purpose is to bring me down
And I'm in shock so I'll let it run its course
Got a death grip on guilt, trying to find room for remorse
I'm only hiding in plain sight
Hoping you catch up so we can fight
I don't think you're wrong or I'm right
It's too dark now and the tensions tight
I'll wait till the morning and dissect your motives in the light
And I can't forgive
And Not feel like a bitch
Cause the wounds still fresh
But I'll take it stitch by stitch
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2. |
Slide
02:51
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I have made this phone call
Time & time again
To my folks who consider me
The worst of kin
Third job that I've lost this year
Though it's only march|
Truth is I don't care
And I don't know
If this is guilt
But whatever it is
It's gonna drive me
To kill myself
Drinking every beer
I find laying around
Eating bread out of a bag
And that bag was on the ground
Getting offered lines
That I cannot refuse
Like "Come on man,
What do you really have to lose?"
And I'll hide from you
Inside my head
Cause in my mind
You're all just dying people almost dead
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3. |
Can We Do Another Take?
02:08
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My agent told me that my reputations hanging on the line
So I said hang up, and I'll call back when I feel like I have the time
Fired my limo driver for making eye contact with me
And now I'm late to a press conference for my new non profit charity
The camera's got no tape
But the red recorder light is on
Can we do another take?
Give me nutrients for my ego, my self esteem is on a diet
Losing sanity rapidly from drugs you can't even buy yet
Can you remind me where I am, and the message I'm supposed to send
If you don't remember the beginning how can you be sure there's an end
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4. |
Rails (The Blues Song)
03:53
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I know I don't have
Enough motivation left
To open up my mouth
And ask you for a spare cigarette
It kills me to know
What you really think
Vomit up the truth
After one too many drinks
And I could stop
Being such a bum
But it feels comfortable at the bottom
So give me your bad news
And I'll smile away
I've dealt with disappointment
More than I've seen the break of days
And it's not that I don't
Want to be with you
It's that I'd rather drink alone
At a table for two
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5. |
This Time Around
02:40
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I've been busy trying different ways
To break all your standards, or so I think
And I can't stop thinking about drugs
Getting number, slower blinks
And I can't stop thinking about drinks
And how they'd help me stop
Thinking all of the things that I think
So take all your pain, and give it to me
Not that it don't belong to you
I am more deserving of it
And I'm not used to someone else
Getting me so low, I can't say for sure
If I'm going to make it back this time around
So chase the escape
Shot after shot
Until our past
Is forgot
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Is this living on the edge or cliff diving to the bottom?
Where I land I should dig
To see if what's buried hasn't gone rotten
Am I pro, anit or neutral?
I'm sure I'm just confused
When I ask you for evidence
All you give me is clues
And I keep banging against reason
And I don't trust the season
Wearing turtlenecks in summer
I left the door unlocked
But you still wanted to break in
Woke up at your baptism
Fell asleep dead at your wake in
An all white dress
Like a runaway bride
Pushed by the moon
Pulled by the tide
Inside all of these empty rooms
Scratches, movement
Silence, answers
Reveal, well is this how torture feels
I didn't think of this
I was reminded of all I've ever been told
And there isn't anything I can do
That can't be tagged, marked and sold
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