The mask I polish in the evenin', by the mornin' looks like shit


I got a flask inside my pocket,
We can share it on the train.
And if you promise to stay conscoius,
I will try and do the same.
Well we might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain.
But what was normal in the evenin',
By the mornin' seems insane.

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