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It’s a downward trend, decay that never ends
Jam the signal then complain your messages won’t send
Downward trend, some breaks never mend
What’s it supposed to mean when you call somebody your friend

Living by your wits while you're drinking them away

Run your mouth, spiral and flame out
As your lacquered sneer’s so quickly fading to a pout
No remorse, fucking a dead horse
Diagnosed the sickness after it had run its course

I can’t see the point anymore.
In love with your uneven score
Wondering just what to do now
And where have all your friends went

Living by your wits while you’re drinking them away
Made your own problems and some are here to stay

Lines were crossed, can’t get back what was lost
Bought the fantasy without examining the cost
It’s a sharp decline, prisoner in your mind
Looking worse for wear but you swear that you’re feeling fine

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