Hindsights - Sore | Текст песни

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Pessimism is now my friend and with it comes a lack of self control.
Close your eyes, please do this for me.
I've been tired for years, thats never changing.


What a sight for sore eyes, waking up in the middle of the night.
Sober and over all of this.

One sip on cold water and I'm awake again,
This is never ending.

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