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Don't look now, things just got worse. I'm drunk again. I got here by killing all my friends. I think I figured it out, my life begins when the fun ends. I've got my wings. Free to go as I please. Nothing really pleases me until everything falls apart. Then I get to try to put it back together.
Was it good? I don't remember much about it. When things start to feel right, you can count on me to start to doubt it. The devil's in the details. It’s shoot first, apologize later. I got what I wanted, now I don't want anything. My life is just boring until everything falls apart.
I met God this afternoon riding an uptown train. I said "Don't you have better things to do?" He said, "If I do my job, what would you complain about?" So let it go to hell. Now I'll have something to do. Does that sound familiar to you?
Everything that falls apart, sooner or later gonna come back together.
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