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I say my, 
my slow descent into alcoholism went to my head, 
where I really need it, 
with the views that remain untreated. 

I say my, my, my, 
my slow descent into alcoholism went something like this. 
Salvation holdout central. 
I say my ever-loosening grip on the commonest courtesies slipped, 
from my hands when I really need her, 
when I need change for the parking meters. 

I said my, my, my, 
my slow descent into alcoholism went something like this. 
Salvation holdout central.