Why do you need sister morphine
To hold you in the dark
Scratching scars deep in the pits of your arms
And all those pills to ease the pain of growing bored and old
All I need is a glass and a bottle of charm
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As long as I can remember I’ve lived a life of indignity
Life’s little kicks mean nothing to me
I think I’ve finally chased away the ghost that haunt my past
So pour another round ‘cause this might be our last
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I was jumping off the wagon
While you were burning all your bridges
And turning around and laughing at all your enemies in ashes
But when you’re gone who will recall the lines you waited in
Will your obituary be a punchline?
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As long as I can remember I’ve lived a life of indignity
Life’s little kicks mean nothing to me
I think I’ve finally chased away the ghost that haunt my past
So pour another round ‘cause this might be our last
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Pour another drink.
