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My hands are tied And nailed to the cross I'm looking for all the composure I lost

Last call for regrets and defeat
To finish the bottle full of empty dreams
Punch drunk headed and straight out of line
Another excuse with no alibi
Hitchin' on the road of decline
With no name streets and no vital signs
I pissed away the best of me and
No one can help me
Count your last blessings - Sum41

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