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09:57pm | Oct 01, '08 | No Comments
Every thought that I repent,
There's another chip you haven't spent,
And you're cashing them all in, Where do we begin.
To get clean again,
Can we get clean again.
I walk home alone with you,
And the mood you're born into,
Sometimes you let me in,
And I take it on the chin. I can't get clean again.
I want to know,
Can we get clean again,
The God of Wine comes crashing through,
The headlights of a car that took you farther
than you thought you'd ever want to go,
We can't get back again,
We can't get back again,
She takes a drink and then she waits,
The alcohol it permeates.
And soon the cells give way,
And cancels out the day.