rust around the rim, drink it anyway, I cut my lip.

when we all fall asleep, where do we go?.

saturdays are not the same as they used to be, sadder days, why do they keep on using me?.

I find myself alone when each day is through, yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you, because you're mine, I walk the line.

holding me down, you're killing me slow, so slow, oh-no, I feel like I'm drowning.



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