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Rhetoric

from Could Be Worse by Who Cares?

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Here it comes again, the old familiar feeling
I drank too much again, now I'm staring at the ceiling
Dwelling on past mistakes, all the shit I've done.
Coming to terms with the joke that I've become.

Can't face the mirror
It makes me fucking sick
A losers guide to self loathing rhetoric
I know my problems and how to solve them
Driven by demons, I can't control them

Jesus never again.

Here it comes again, the awkward Sunday morning
Apologies to make for promises broken
Sinking sense of shame, pitiless fucking pain
Vomit stains my clothes, this weren't the path I chose

Can't face the mirror
It makes me fucking sick
A losers guide to self loathing rhetoric
I know my problems, know how to solve them
Driven by demons, I can't control them

Can't face the mirror
Makes me fucking sick
Losers guide to self loathing rhetoric
Poor my esteem from out the bottle
Who fucking cares if there's no tomorrow?

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from Could Be Worse, released April 24, 2014
Recorded and Produced by Ron Gilman & Mastered by Brian Bogdanovic at Bonafide Studio London

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