tuning is standard
- - -
Last call for regret and defeat
To finish the bottle full of empty dreams
Punch-drunk headed straight out of line
Another excuse with no alibi
Hitchin on the road of decline
With no name streets and no vital signs
I pissed away the best of me and
No one can help me!
Misery's best friend
Dead beat on a dead-end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self-elect
Resident reject
A bad habit
Don't forget it you better
Count your last blessings
i fell off the wagon
i'm chasing six feet
And now I'm running out of time
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My hands are tied
And nailed to the cross
I'm looking for all the composure I lost
I'm petulant with a bad attitude
poster-child vision of wasted youth
I dodged the book and found the key
I can't say the same for dignity
I pissed away the best of me and
No one can help me
Misery's best friend
Dead beat on a dead-end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self-elect
Resident reject
A bad habit
Don't forget it you better
Count your last blessings
i fell off the wagon
i'm chasing six feet
And now I'm running out of time
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My own enemy
I don't hear you now
Perfect tragedy
God bless us denial
My own enemy
I don't hear you now
Perfect tragedy
God bless us denial
Misery's best friend
Dead beat on a dead-end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self-elect
Resident reject
A bad habit
Don't forget it you better
Count your last blessings
i fell off the wagon
i'm chasing six feet
And now I'm running out of time
Misery's best friend
Dead beat on a dead-end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self-elect
Resident reject
A bad habit
Don't forget it you better
Count your last blessings
i fell off the wagon
i'm chasing six feet
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And now I'm running out of time
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