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My, my what’s that my dear

Paint me surprised I fear

I found my surmise that’s clear

Three shots, one bottle of wine, that’s for me

They’ll be sure to wash away agony

I can’t bear the thought having a thought

A pint of awareness is not what I bought

If there’s no tomorrow

I will regret my choices

I’ve lived in spite of sorrow

But I have no remembrances

Well, well, here we go again

My mind insists on going there

A penny a thought, I’d be swimming in money

Too bad I’d fall to my death and be bloody

Then again I would not have to constantly worry

Believing delusion can be so damn funny

If there’s no tomorrow

I will regret my choices

I’ve lived in spite of sorrow

But I have no remembrances

Better your ways

Or rot away

Better you ways

Or rot away

What will you do if there’s no tomorrow

What will you do if there’s no tomorrow