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Suicidal As Kings
I couldn’t tell you why I died I couldn’t reason with your hurt I know you’d like to know Why I couldn’t further my efforts Time tears ripples in us, you know And nothing seems to last forever So you might as well get over it And the rain continues its descent Here’s to the tyranny of we men I’d kill myself on paper With only revolvers left to spin But only my sorrow leaks From within the quivers of my pen I can touch a little bit of Listerine I can’t seem to get my hands on my liquor Will someone tell me exactly what it’s about Or will the weather wash away my doubt I used to think I was unbreakable Now I just want to sooth my sore throat Why don’t you have another cigarette? And all your fears you just may forget Here’s to the tyranny of we men I’d kill myself on paper Evolving my thoughts to an end But only my sorrow leaks From within the quivers of my pen I couldn’t move you From the vaults of your worries I tried but I couldn’t save you We are but suicidal kings
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