| I drink a bottle everyday then step on the stage
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| I first knew something was wrong when I was half my age
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| One night while I was singing, I started to laugh
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| I couldn’t stop laughing for a week and a half
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| I’ll never forget the girl in the first row
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| She said, «But its not funny»
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| I said, «I know»
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| So I went to a shrink and he said to me
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| «Just don’t drink when you’re nervous
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| That’s the key»
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| And I said, «Okay, that sounds fine»
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| I didn’t tell him I was nervous all the time
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| So I kept on drinking
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| And I kept on thinking
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| Wake up, you’re dying now
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| You should be dead
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| But you’re not somehow
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| You think you’re being brave
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| But you’re digging a grave
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| You talk like a master
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| But you live like a slave
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| I started meditating, that worked for a while
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| I spent a lot of time alone
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| And I forgot how to smile
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| I went to church, I’d just sit there and stew
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| Thinking, «How can all these people believe things that aren’t true»
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| It seems to work well for them, why can’t I?
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| I guess it’s 'cause I’m special
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| 'Cause I’m too smart a guy
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| Too smart
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| Wake up, you’re dying now
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| You should be dead
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| But you’re not somehow
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| You think you’re being brave
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| But you’re digging a grave
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| You talk like a master
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| But you live like a slave
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| I decided that I couldn’t do it alone
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| I called a guy I know on a telephone
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| I told him all I ever wanted was to be perfect
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| I sure as hell don’t wanna be an alcoholic
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| Acceptance is a doorway to hell
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| If you’re on the wrong side
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| Things don’t go so well
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| So I accepted who I am, and named my disease
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| And finally felt relief, and got down on my knees
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| Wake up, you’re living now
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| You’ve been gone so long, do you remember how?
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| Just be yourself, that’s being brave
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| You’re not the master
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| But you sure ain’t the slave
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| You’re not the master
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| But you sure ain’t the slave
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| Wake up, you’re living now
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| You’ve been gone so long, do you remember how?
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| Just be yourself, that’s being brave
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| You’re not the master
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| But you sure ain’t the slave
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| You’re not the master
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| But you sure ain’t the slave
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| You’re not the master
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| But you sure ain’t the slave |