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The trust is lost
The bastard's sided with the bank
How come someone who's got enough keeps wanting more?
Well, why not make yourself a million times richer?
I need a drink before bed to help forget
I need a drink
I must have had one too many
Once at the vault my thoughts stood still
What was the combination?
All gone from the back of my hand
The ship has sunk
Gone down with all the men
The cargo is lost
We can wait forever
A prayer for the dead and one for the living
Is this your last offer?
Is this your final bid?
Now where is that drink?
We'd made it across the border when lights went out and all went black
I remember lying halfway out over the edge clenching a hand
At this my arm was weakened
At this my arm was weakened
Didn't we just leave this party?
That was the last thing on my mind
My god, where was the fuck-up?
From where came the blow to my head?
At this my mind was weakened
At this my mind was weakened
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- The Emo Diaries, Chapter Eight: My Very Last Breath
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