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For the Less of Two
I, I really tried to believe
That I could gain what I couldn't retrieve
That I, I could receive
What I want before failing to perceive
Another bed head morning
Hangover's screaming aloud
A sour taste building in my throat
Last night I drowned
Today I choked
But I, I can remember all I could see
This piece of dirt has always been mine
In this hall of funhouse mirrors
I can only see the mirage of me
Well I am a substance versus your accuser
A pattern beaten black by the user
You're the bottle of Daniels fueling I the boozer
I want what I deserve yet I'm the shmoozer
Just another loser
I, I'll cease to be
What I'm denied shall close in on me
I shall try to break free
But I get spread out by your irony
This ain't in no empty room
It's full of bad decisions
We burned away our shells
Afraid of the unknown
But we burnt our homes
That I could gain what I couldn't retrieve
That I, I could receive
What I want before failing to perceive
Another bed head morning
Hangover's screaming aloud
A sour taste building in my throat
Last night I drowned
Today I choked
But I, I can remember all I could see
This piece of dirt has always been mine
In this hall of funhouse mirrors
I can only see the mirage of me
Well I am a substance versus your accuser
A pattern beaten black by the user
You're the bottle of Daniels fueling I the boozer
I want what I deserve yet I'm the shmoozer
Just another loser
I, I'll cease to be
What I'm denied shall close in on me
I shall try to break free
But I get spread out by your irony
This ain't in no empty room
It's full of bad decisions
We burned away our shells
Afraid of the unknown
But we burnt our homes
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