This test Ive been used only has one way It is your choice to choose I cant tell you What is right Lets have a few more drinks Until we think that were alright Ill fill up in the morning and Ill kill you I will not be there when you turn your heavy head And we will be nowhere When they tell you You are dead I am just returned from seeing you the other night I dont know if I made myself clear to you Youre the morning when the two of us get in a fight And true enough for that to be the end of you Cause my friend I am bored of you And I cant live knowing you live too But I cant seem to follow through The night is crawling slowly home And I lay with my head against the wall like pictures that I hang Ill have another drink or two until I feel that Im all right Till the troubles in my mind arent clanging If I could sing it clearly and sing it my way Out through the district to find you
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