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[10 Oct 2008|10:34pm] |
You let an empty bed scare you.
Still I drink and sleep with you.
Standing up to stay awake,
you start to blink you start to sway.
Blacking out another day.
So again you sleep
and you grind your teeth.
On the kitchen floor
you can't feel a thing -
that's what you perfer - yeah,
you found a cure for it.
( Uh-oh. )
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