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i can't help seeing
but seeing doesn't help
i became the daily drinker
who's trying to put himself on a shelf
i'm the daily drinker
i'm not much of a thinker
i'm counting other people's scars
trying to wipe out my own past
open a botlle
poor out some wine
i'll count your scars
and you can count mine
there's not enough spirit
to take away this pain
there's not enough liquor
to wash away my shame
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