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 meCount your last blessings - Sum41
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