Bottle Songtext
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Start my day and hit my head with the door.
Grab hold of the chair
and pull myself from the floor.
Still isn't clear what that was for.
I've recognized strong feelings in here.
Fruit ripe for the picking.
and thoughts of fear.
You can't let it get too easy to assume what isn't clear.
Grab hold of the chair
and pull myself from the floor.
Still isn't clear what that was for.
I've recognized strong feelings in here.
Fruit ripe for the picking.
and thoughts of fear.
You can't let it get too easy to assume what isn't clear.
Tell me 'bout those good old days.
Older ones and better ways.
Ways I cannot change today.
Tell me why.
I'll tell you why.
Kick like a dog can pull you back in the game.
And each new problem
drives you further from sane.
Topics take a root in all the things that cause my pain.
One more day and not a bad start at all.
Less weight on your shoulders
can make you feeltall.
This bottle stands empty waiting for me to call.
Tell me why.
Tell me why.
Older ones and better ways.
Ways I cannot change today.
Tell me why.
I'll tell you why.
Kick like a dog can pull you back in the game.
And each new problem
drives you further from sane.
Topics take a root in all the things that cause my pain.
One more day and not a bad start at all.
Less weight on your shoulders
can make you feeltall.
This bottle stands empty waiting for me to call.
Tell me why.
Tell me why.
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