Every thought that I repent, 
There's another chip you haven't spent, 
And you're cashing them all in, Where do we begin. 
To get clean again, 
Can we get clean again. 
I walk home alone with you, 
And the mood you're born into, 
Sometimes you let me in, 
And I take it on the chin. I can't get clean again. 
I want to know, 
Can we get clean again, 
 
The God of Wine comes crashing through, 
The headlights of a car that took you farther 
than you thought you'd ever want to go, 
We can't get back again, 
We can't get back again, 
She takes a drink and then she waits, 
The alcohol it permeates. 
And soon the cells give way, 
And cancels out the day, 
 
I can't keep it all together, 
I know...I can't keep it all together, 
And the siren's song that is your madness, 
Holds a truth I can't erase, 
All alone on your face, 
Every glamorous sunrise, 
Throws the planets out of line, 
A star sign out of whack A fraudulent zodiac. 
 
And the God of Wine is crouched down in my room, 
You let me down, 
I said it, Now I'm going down, 
And you're not even around. 
And I said no... 
I can't keep it all together, 
I know...I can't keep it all together, 
 
And there's a memory of a window, 
Looking through 
I see you. 
Searching for something, 
I could never give you, 
And there's someone who understands you, 
More than I do. 
A sadness I can't erase. 
All alone on your face.

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