| When you’re looking in the mirror
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| The unhappy face is looking out
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| Eyes are looking clearer
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| As long as money drops around
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| Your wrecky heart is breaking
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| And you sip another drink to come
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| Your punishment you’re taking
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| And you’re sad as you’ll have only one
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| Only one
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| One more hit, you fill your head with promises, it’s alright
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| One more hit, could change the way you feel, when it’s feelin' right
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| One more hit, you’re temporary real for you’re out of time
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| One more hit, your life will not be worth the time of stayin'
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| And the hours flyin' by you
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| And the Withershave’s have all been drunk
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| Something would untie you
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| And you scramble for the door, it ain’t open
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| But lookin' at it zippy, when you work as every day, away
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| Givin' you the frippy
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| And instead of makin' more you’ll pay
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| Pay for more
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| One more hit, you fill your head with promises, it’s alright
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| One more hit, could change the way you feel, when it’s feelin' right
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| One more hit, you’re temporary real for you’re out of time
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| One more hit, your life may not be worth the time
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| One more, one more, one more
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| One more hit, you fill your head with promises, it’s alright
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| One more hit, could change the way you feel, when it’s feelin' right
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| One more hit, you’re temporary real for you’re out of time
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| One more hit, ohhhh
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| One more hit, ohhhh
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| Ohhhh
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| One more hit
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| One more hit |