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| 4:14 | 
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I get back from touring
Suddenly it doesn't seem like much fun to be off my face At a quarter to eleven am You're prangin' out I see through you I feel awful This voice's talkin' to me This ain't funny ??? my house for four fucking weeks I see through you I'm about to do something stupid I dare say why my manager got lary and smacked me These headaches are gettin' unbearably nasty Staring at the crackwork, lookin' scary with me brandy The rock 'n roll cliche walked in and then smacked me Carelessly rackin' out prangs just to handle the fear I do a line but then panic and feel a bit prang'd So I glug Marlon from the bottle to ease of the panic Then when it starts wearing off, I just feel a bit sad Snort more tour support, and then have a drink The bruise on the side of my head is madly banging The only reason I started this was the deal me a laughin' The only reason I started this was the deal me a laughin' You're prangin' out I see through you These voices talkin' to me This ain't funny I see through you I'm about to do something stupid The girl in my bed is kinda distant right now, I know shes thinkin' shes a bit frightened somehow, I don't think she realized what I'd invited her back to my house I don't want anyone to see me like this right now I sorts thoughts rollin' back in my eyes I've been a poor sports thoughts dance in my mind A banging headache dancin' prang'd by their side Dancin' with the pictures from the past of my life I don't remember any of what I just thought at all The conclusion prior to when I forgot it all Panicing a bit, gettin' frightened 'n fuck all So nursing my bruise I drink right from the bottle I don't want anyone I know to see my like this My fibs and single became lies and lists She's gonna sell-tell no doubt fuck it I'm not going to start drinkin', no, I can't for now You're prangin' out I see through you These voices talkin' to me This ain't funny I see through you I'm about to do something stupid My laptop must have slipped down and gone to sleep Before the prangers pain must've dawned on me Stupid idiot! Around the time I was skethchin' tryin' to con some sleep And the new day on me was nearly dawning in here I must have flaked while I puttied Way to loads more 'Cuz I'd staked on bookings Waited to tell the score Why do I break my rules not to wager any more I flaked on the bookings and majorly totaled on the score I've got a simple problem But my minds spinning out I remembered the website between the wine and the stout The rush of fear made me forget how fucked I'd been This time I'm drying my eyes and a fuckin' nose bleed Turnin' the phone off when my promo bloke phones me Evaded for it got nasty when my manager when he only beat me I threw his wallet out the window as it had grown heated He said 'sort your life out' as he punched me onto my feet You're prangin' out I see through you These voices talkin' to me This ain't funny I see through you I'm about to do something stupid You're prangin' out I see through you These voices talkin' to me This ain't funny I see through you I'm about to do something stupid Right now logic states I need to be not contemplating suicide 'Cause rational thought it would seem that I need not to be doing stuff That makes death seem like an easier option I need a totally Trojan plan right now I see through you |
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| 4:20 | 
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