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Right your wrongs, empty your lungs, you got shit, shit out of luck Were you expecting glory, regaling stories of the pretty girls you've fucked? It's no cause for alarm, you're just falling apart and that's alright So, lock your doors and ask yourself what you're whining for? You've got four walls and bed, So everything you hoped I'd say is a mystery to me. You've got four walls and a bed, so deal with it. You've got a plate glass chin, a shit eating grin, So by all means, spit and bleed We could just piss and moan till we're drunk and lonely Sleep, consume, repeat But come on, be real, be a fool, but be my friend Do you need to get away? Do you need to get away? Do you need to get away? Do you need to get away? From Letras Mania