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I'm tired of putting up
With your sober ways
Tired of looking at you
Through an alcoholic haze
You better change
I'm begging you please
'cause if you don't start drinkin'
I'm gonna leave
 
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Want some whiskey in your water?
Sugar in your tea?
What's all these crazy questions they're askin' me?
This is the craziest party that could ever be
Don't turn on the lights 'cause I don't want to see
 
Comin' into Los Angeles
Bringin' in a couple of keys
Don't touch my bags if you please, mister customs man
 
A little Indian brave who before he was ten
Played war games in the woods with his Indian friends
And he built a dream that when he grew up
He would be a fearless warrior, Indian Chief
Many moons passed, and more the dream grew strong
Until tomorrow he would sing his first war song
And fight his first battle
But something went wrong
Surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night - Hendrix - Castles Made Of Sand
 
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The California air
Your nightgown on the stairs
I remember every night
Scenes from home in the Quiet Room

How long have I been gone
Did winter kill the lawn
And all those Polaroids you sent
Are on the wall in the Quiet Room

They've got this place
Where they've been keeping me
Where I can't hurt myself
I can't get my wrists to bleed
Just don't know why
Suicide appeals to me

The Quiet Room
Is sterilized and white
It's like a tomb
With just a moth stained naked night
 
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Look around corners when you’re walkin’ in the dark;
Cause I might pop up, like herpes in a trailer park!
 
Lord, I got to ask a favor
And I'll hope you'll understand
'Cause I've lived life to the fullest
Let the boy die like a man
Staring down the bullet
Let me make my final stand
 
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