| My whole life I’ve been staring out the cracks
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| Slipping words among the people that get close enough to grasp it
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| And you’re looking at me like another broken glass
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| Getting closer to the edge without emotional attachment.
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| And maybe you don’t see that all of this around you is a simple web of lies
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| That was designed to make you soundproof.
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| That’s exactly why I scream like all the proud do
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| And slam against the gates with my music until I plow through.
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| I see the smiles and your frowns, how you feel like everything in your life is
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| nailed to the ground
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| And I see you speak with the same distaste in your mouth
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| While everything breaks you down to the bottle, tryin to drown yourself
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| I guess there’s no hope left, all the ships are leaving port and the wine is
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| smelling like death and
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| You can smoke until there’s holes in your chest, until you’re breathing out
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| your last cold breath
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| I wish I could have told you
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| And all your demons are gonna get ya.
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| And this wood room’s full of em, from the bar to the booth
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| Leave the guitar in the corner and stray far from your roots
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| Never thanked your father for infecting your youth
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| With a healthy taste for violence and a hundred fifty proof
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| And all you ever learned from life, is an icepack
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| It’s good to stop the swellin and for chillin down your pint glass
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| Now every evening as you open up your nightcap
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| You drink yourself away like it’s the only way to fight back
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| And I can show you how I feel and what it does to me
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| And how I look you in the face and see what has become of me
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| I’m a product of your liquid courage company
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| That drowned away your sorrow before you knew that they were running free
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| So breathe in, and breathe out
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| Blur the place between us and constrict me when I reach out
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| Break the mirror so you never have to see out
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| And know that you were talking to yourself
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| I wish I coulda showed ya
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| And all your demons are gonna get ya.
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| It’s the bottom of the bottle'
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| It’s the bottom of the bottle' |