Alcohol to cleanse my sin,my soul needs a savior, but the bottle is my friend It washes down all the pain,that I can’t swallow when I’m sober ,It heals my heart , because I’m insane. The devil lives at the bottom of a bottle , Tells me all the lies and all the dreams that I don’t follow. Whispers words that tell me I’ve gone mad, He says I’ve trampled on every love that I’ve had. I need a savior, but not in a can, I don’t need a idol of glass to tell me who I am
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