It\'s about that time of the night
The clock signals the release of emotion
Starts a slow chill, turns to quick frost bite
Fingers atrophy, and my lips turn down
Melancholy tears signal the shake for a smoke
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Vacation in my medicine
But I\'m all out of bottles and excuses
I guess I\'m comfortable running into the same wall
Will it knock these thoughts out eventually?
Or at least make me pass out?
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How many musings can I get from this barrel?
So far a lot, but I\'m playing roulette tonight
Sounds like my life in a nutshell
Roulette between me and myself
With an 1000 round chamber
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