I flipped a switch, I know it wouldn't take long, you could 
Time me like whore. If I had six, you'd swear I had a 
Thousand, you can mop me up in the morning 
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Cold, then fire, then cold, it's relentless 
The headache of old, is the last of the importance, I'll have 
And their then another, its to late to stop the glut. 
I'll go till my eyes roll shut, I'm fucked. 
[chorus]
Desperate buck, a spinning room, awake lost, across the street 
Pathetic luck, split lips, a broken wrist, a death threat
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