I say, my, my slow descent
Into alcoholism it went
To my head, where i really need it
With the views that remain untreated
I say my, my, my, my slow decent
Into alcoholism it went...
Something like this song
Something like this song...
Salvation holdout central...
I say my, ever loosening grip
On the commonest courtesies slipped
From my hands, where i really need her
When i need change for the parking meters
I say my, my, my, my slow decent
Into alcoholism it went...
Something like this song
Something like this song...
Salvation holdout central..
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