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I'm losing all my friends to smoking and drinking,
must have fallen overboard with all my over thinking,
laying on my back on a door to keep from sinking,
this must be real it's still here after blinking,

pinch me this can't be i lost all sense of reality,
call in the back up this must be a technicality,
shouldn't have thought love when it was all hospitality,
everything is set in stone, i'm the wave of originality,

like i said from drowning a man loses more,
then ever physically thought of before,
rethink your situation before you fall for a whore,
check the prints on her knob, opened more than a door,

anger from pain, pain from silence, thats the way it goes,
some call em friends that leave as cold as winter wind blows,
as unique as the downfall as late October snows,
and no one knows cause i keep my mutants down below.