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I know but not because you told me so
I've got no idea what it's doing to me
So take care and trust that I'm at least aware
If not for this it'd be some other terrible thing
So I grind it down, pack it up, take a hit
I'm gonna hold my breath 'til my lungs give in
And if it doesn't work for me this time
I'll find another vice just to pass the time
Well oh right
But oh no wouldn't that be nice
Something I could do to put my mind on ice
But life's rough so grab a cup and bottoms up
It's way less fun when you're by yourself
So I cool it down, pick it up, take a sip
I'm gonna knock 'em back 'til my liver gives in
And if it doesn't work for me this time
I'll find another crutch just to match my stride
And I hope that you'll come close
But I know that I'm lying to us both
It's a long life
So find the right vice
Dime bag, brown bag, slow burn killers
It's a long life gotta pick the right vice now
And I choose you
It's a long life
Gotta find the right vice
Dime bag, brown bag, slow burn killers
It's a long life gotta pick the right vice now
And I choose you
And I choose you
And I choose
Have a ball, catch 'em all, take your pick
They're gonna fuck me up 'cause I can't fucking quit
And if it doesn't work for me this time
I'll find another vice and I'll make it mine
And I hope that you'll come close
But I know that I'm lying to us both
Writer(s): Chousand
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