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The Fine Art Of Making It Out Alive Lyrics Artist(Band):Boysnightout (Boys Night Out)
Before I go to sleep I can't remember if its Thursday or December I've been keeping track of days by counting hangovers And the bottles on my floor My mangled memory is making me mistake misfortune for forgivness I don't think I'll make it out alive So promise me that you'll survive to bury me Just empty all the alcohol And chronicle the chemicals But don't forget the cigarettes Remember every ember Alright, I admit that past few months were broken and abused Now I'm used to the bleeding and unspoken words that kept me so confused Maybe we can get past these addictions But the bodies piling up are a whole other story Unless your stomach's strong enough(2x) Maybe we can get past these addictions But the bodies piling up So promise me that you'll survive to bury me Hell, maybe we can just pretend That this recovery wont depend on moderation And in the end the same routine won'e leave me dead(2x) Just empty all the alcohol...or baby we're dead Tomorrow we'll wake up in time to stop this double suicide Through kisses laced with cyanide ANd one last look through bloodshot eyes I guess this is what they call killing yourself in small dose(2x) If you find some error in The Fine Art Of Making It Out Alive Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to jeff for submitting the lyrics. Review the song The Fine Art Of Making It Out Alive The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Boysnightout (Boys Night Out)" Music | | ||||||||||||
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