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See the months they don't matter it's the days I can't take When the hours move to minutes and I'm seconds away Taking Back Sunday
Late nights seem to be the hardest
That is when my mind travels the farthest
Through my dreams I see your face
As you come over to my place
My life is a complete shade of dark
I have a great job but still dark
Lots of friend to talk to
But they never see me through
Drinking my faded life away
Each swallow takes the day
Deeper and deeper does it burn
The smell of whiskey makes faces turn
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