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Just one more Drink
let the brain Shrink!
cheers to the "living dead" Syndrome!
no, miss, please, just one more Drink
and i swear that i'll go Home
the truth is, i don't really have anywhere to Go....
i used to think we were blossoms - we were Parks
with the whole world, to improve and Adjust
i used to think we were more than just Sparks -
reaching out for Dust
but i guess everything takes time - and time takes Everything....
we had Fun
we were in Love
we had a good Run
a situation one of us is rather Above
and another rather Below....
who could have Guessed?
i would be standing Alone
left with an empty Chest
and a dial Tone
well, except about every pensioner refusing to Sing....
drinking bottles of my "Dreams"
in my personal museum of despair and Ash
full of silence that painfully Screams
that all what's left are; loneliness and piles of Trash
well i guess some sorrows are Deadly....
with that special Somebody
still left in photos, but lost in Past
just like cancer in your Body
some things just go too Fast
and like lives they fall Apart....
nah, i don't need to "go to Hell"
i've already found it inside my Head
in memories of familiar Smell
and pictures painted by the Dead
with colors withering away - slowly but Steadily....
i never liked drinking, i never believed in Fate
but that is also Over
co's it's about half past too Late,
what a time to be Sober.
and i guess that's the worst Part....
i'm tired of hiding lies in my Pantomime
and truths behind my Mask
being sad seems to be considered Crime
and mourning despicable Task
but sometimes there's just too much to Sink....
when push comes to Throttle
all we can is just keep on keeping On
so please,
miss,
just one more drink....
just one more Bottle....
cheers to the "living dead" Syndrome!
no, miss, please, just one more Drink
and i swear that i'll go Home
the truth is, i don't really have anywhere to Go....
i used to think we were blossoms - we were Parks
with the whole world, to improve and Adjust
i used to think we were more than just Sparks -
reaching out for Dust
but i guess everything takes time - and time takes Everything....
we had Fun
we were in Love
we had a good Run
a situation one of us is rather Above
and another rather Below....
who could have Guessed?
i would be standing Alone
left with an empty Chest
and a dial Tone
well, except about every pensioner refusing to Sing....
drinking bottles of my "Dreams"
in my personal museum of despair and Ash
full of silence that painfully Screams
that all what's left are; loneliness and piles of Trash
well i guess some sorrows are Deadly....
with that special Somebody
still left in photos, but lost in Past
just like cancer in your Body
some things just go too Fast
and like lives they fall Apart....
nah, i don't need to "go to Hell"
i've already found it inside my Head
in memories of familiar Smell
and pictures painted by the Dead
with colors withering away - slowly but Steadily....
i never liked drinking, i never believed in Fate
but that is also Over
co's it's about half past too Late,
what a time to be Sober.
and i guess that's the worst Part....
i'm tired of hiding lies in my Pantomime
and truths behind my Mask
being sad seems to be considered Crime
and mourning despicable Task
but sometimes there's just too much to Sink....
when push comes to Throttle
all we can is just keep on keeping On
so please,
miss,
just one more drink....
just one more Bottle....
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