So leave me out in the cold

with a fridge full of beer

with no music to hear

and I'm getting old

but you know it's not your fault

and you're calling to a god

that you see in your vision

but you're losing your religion

as your sight fades

i want to misbehave with you

i want to misbehave with you

so wont you take me by the hand

and help me out of the quicksand

before i lose my soul

to a war with no soldiers

I'm gonna drown, drown, drown

I'm going down

I'm going down yeah

so shoot me down with your words

but on the floor i can't hurt

i got my letters coming in

but no pen to write back

i want to get you off of my back and outta my heart

i want to get you off my back and outta my heart

so wont you take me by the hand

and help me out of the quicksand

before i lose my soul

to a war with no soldiers

I'm gonna drown, drown, drown

I'm going down

I'm going down yeah

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