dark_phantom_2k3
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At the break of dawn, i get out of bed
and take a look in the mirror. now as
i stare that man dowon i can only remember
how much i drank, and another day goes by.
there goes my life wasting away, what do i do...?
i have not money, no life, i feel as if an old-timer
who sees his life as good as gone.
i am the man in the bar whos the last to leave,
always the one who had too much to drink.
there goes another night...one more night of
sorrow madness, torment and feeling blue.
AT the break of dawn, i crawl out of bed and take
another look at myself through the bottle i've had.
now as i stare that man down and see what hes got,
i remember who i was, and what i am here to do.
so i am packing up them bottles and saying
goodbye to my shots of liquor, throwing that
last bottle away, time to shave this old face,
clean up last nights mess, go be with the people i know,
time to go places, no more stoping at them damn bars,
time to meet new people,
but most of all i have to get to know my family again.
Break of dawn, i am having my breakfast,
reading the morning paper. i go to the mirror
and stare that man in the eye, i tell him;
you got a lot to live for, i think i'll make up for lost time,
i am going to go out and see this world...
without that bottle in my hand.
and take a look in the mirror. now as
i stare that man dowon i can only remember
how much i drank, and another day goes by.
there goes my life wasting away, what do i do...?
i have not money, no life, i feel as if an old-timer
who sees his life as good as gone.
i am the man in the bar whos the last to leave,
always the one who had too much to drink.
there goes another night...one more night of
sorrow madness, torment and feeling blue.
AT the break of dawn, i crawl out of bed and take
another look at myself through the bottle i've had.
now as i stare that man down and see what hes got,
i remember who i was, and what i am here to do.
so i am packing up them bottles and saying
goodbye to my shots of liquor, throwing that
last bottle away, time to shave this old face,
clean up last nights mess, go be with the people i know,
time to go places, no more stoping at them damn bars,
time to meet new people,
but most of all i have to get to know my family again.
Break of dawn, i am having my breakfast,
reading the morning paper. i go to the mirror
and stare that man in the eye, i tell him;
you got a lot to live for, i think i'll make up for lost time,
i am going to go out and see this world...
without that bottle in my hand.
