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Seventh City Saints

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An empty bottle on the nightstand
Is all you've left behind
An ashtray full of half-smoked cigarettes
Is all I've come to find
A blood stained towel on the counter
Next to pills with no prescription
Poorly punched out out of order
From their plastic prison

Wrinkled bedsheets wrought with passion
A passion undesired
A quick smoke break between the action
To numb what just transpired
Sickly thoughts and awkward phrases
Quickly brushed aside
Desperate thoughts in desperate places
Just can't leave my mind

I'll take a swig, and you should too
Good thing this thing's 100 Proof
Can't think of what I did to you
So grab your things and leave the room
I should've stopped to think it through
I thought that's what I'm supposed to do
I'll clear my head, and you should too
Drown out the thoughts with 100 Proof

The broken clock laid on the carpet
Reminds me of the time
It's 12 o'clock, the conflict's started
And I know I've crossed the line
An empty bed awaits my presence
To warm up the cold side
My pillow yearns for dream affections
But a nightmare's on my mind
Sit there in silence, as you do
And think "God why can't this shit end?"
And think of what they've done to you
And draw those blanks again

I'll take a swig, and you should too
Good thing this thing's 100 Proof
Can't think of what I did to you
So grab your things and leave the room
I should've stopped to think it through
I thought that's what I'm supposed to do
I'll clear my head, and you should too
Drown out the thoughts with 100 Proof

I'll take a swig, and you should too
Good thing this thing's 100 Proof
Can't think of what I did to you
So grab your things and leave the room
I should've stopped to think it through
I thought that's what I'm supposed to do
I'll clear my head, and you should too
Drown out the thoughts with 100 Proof

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