| I skinned hope, then cut the rope
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| And watched you fall into my show
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| Thought I cared, feeling impaired
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| Cut yourself when no one cared
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| I’m calling out, attention mounts
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| This stowaway’s ship is going down
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| Been running blind, running behind
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| Just very violently killing time
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| All I want from you is another round
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| Slamming faster just to hit the ground
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| Tip another glass just to get me loose
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| Tying on another big liquid noose
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| Served on ice, serving you sliced
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| Ground up men or were they mice
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| When it gets way down, to nothing or not
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| Way beneath less than what you’ve got
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| All I want from you is another round
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| Slamming faster just to hit the ground
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| Tip another glass just to get me loose
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| Tying on another big liquid noose
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| Round my neck, round my back
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| Swallow hard as the end’s attached
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| Here’s blood in your eye, the tension taken
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| Who are you to say that I’m forsaken
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| All I want from you is another round
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| Slamming faster just to hit the ground
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| Tip another glass just to get me loose
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| Tying on another big liquid noose
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| All I want from you is another round
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| Slamming faster just to hit the ground
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| Tip another glass just to get me loose
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| Tying on another big liquid noose
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| Liquid Noose |