Some say, death is the easy way
And I think they're right
'Cause nights tick, by like a long week
Except when you stop by
And I know that tryin' gets nothing done
And I see you're about dry

'Cause nothin' gets you high
You're poor the day you die
And alcohol it only makes you tired
But seein' you feels good
And it's always understood
That anything much sweeter
Would make me die

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Writer(s): Jim James