In Mourning
With whiskey in your system (she wants you) she wants to,
But it's getting hard to get up.
If sleeping is sadistic (business), I tried to,
But honestly I think too much.
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Tear me up a little piece of paper,
(Roll me up a sweet, seductive flavor),
I hear the burning when we can't seem to get enough.
Did you leave your little leather flask here?
(I'm gonna make the same mistakes as last year)
I hear the burning...
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We're gonna kill ourselves in the morning,
Smoking cigarettes that smell like dick,
We're gonna kill ourselves in the morning,
Promise me you wont forget.
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I swear I tried to listen (fuck that!) but the volume,
Is draining out this dumpster luck.
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Tear me up a little piece of paper,
(Roll me up a sweet, seductive flavor),
That Humpty Dumpty guy well, he'd better get in line..
Did you leave your little leather flask here?
(I'm gonna make the same mistakes as last year)
I hear the burning...
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We're gonna kill ourselves in the morning,
Smoking cigarettes that taste like dick,
We're gonna kill ourselves in the morning,
Promise me you wont forget.
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If we were lucky, we wouldn't take the blame for failure,
Shotguns and car bombs, (this battlefield feels like a bar)
I stapled every mumbled word right to my forehead,
No more excuses (no more excuses).
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We're gonna kill ourselves in the morning,
Smoking cigarettes that suck like dick,
We're gonna kill ourselves in the morning,
Promise me you wont forget.
We're gonna kill ourselves in the morning,
Smoking cigarettes that are actually dicks,
We're gonna kill ourselves in the morning,
Promise me you wont forget.
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