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Sitting in a square room My voice is freezing And the beams that are bouncing off the moon Are hanging from my window like icicles Just a tired old alcoholic Waxing bucolic Shivering and homesick Staring at a wooden floor Staring at a wooden floor Last night I nearly killed myself Chasing rum with rum There were crows flying all around my head And I sure caught and ate me some It's funny how I alienated Those who I was trying just so So hard to impress Now half those fuckers hate me And I'm just a fool to all the rest Why do I insist on drinking myself to the grave Why do I dream about cozy coffin I had all these plans of great things to accomplish But I end up purely pathetic more than often Sitting in a square room My voice is freezing From Letras Mania