A Slave To the Impulse
The Thought of My Demise
Abandon Me Our Love
Hurt the One Thing That I Love the Most
It's All From Memory, I'm On Empty
We'll Never Be Fully Clean
Your Language Is Backwards, My Vision's Unclear
My Language Is Backwards, Your Vision's Unclear
In This Sideways Atmosphere
I Sit And I Wait As You Hit Your Bets
I've Taken My Last One, I'm Onto the Next
Sobriety's My Enemy, And I'll Never Forget
A Lifetime of Bad Habits Has Caused This Train to Wreck
It's All From Memory, I'm On Empty
We'll Never Be Fully Clean
Your Language Is Backwards, My Vision's Unclear
In This Sideways Atmosphere
My Language Is Backwards, Your Vision Is So Unclear (So Unclear)
It's All From Memory, I'm On Empty
We'll Never Be Fully Clean
Your Language Is Backwards, My Vision's Unclear
In This Sideways Atmosphere
My Language Is Backwards, Your Vision Is So Unclear (So Unclear)
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It's All From Memory, I'm On Empty
We'll Never Be Fully Clean