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Pour Me Another (another Poor Me) - Atmosphere
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Pour Me Another (another Poor Me) Atmosphere

Pour Me Another (another Poor Me) - Atmosphere
All she wanted was a little bit of solid
Feels like love, it doesn't matter what you call it
Heal those cuts or hide 'em underneath the polish
Break another promise and take me as a hostage
Hold your job down and let the zombies crowd around
Thankin' mommy's God that it's a cop's town
Keep it safe for me while I chase a fantasy
Swervin' through the galaxy, searchin' for a family
Happily surrounded by planets and stars
She was stuck uptown while you was landin' on mars
It's all fucked up now, caught your hand in the jar
Another small step back for the man at the bar
Spill a little bit of blood on the street
For the love that goes to those who they drink too much
And hold your own glass up to the heavens
Take a little time and try to count the seconds

It goes: Pour me another so I could forget you now
Pour me another so I could come let you down
Pour me another so I can remember how
True that I am to this addiction of you, now
Pour me another so I could forget you now
Pour me another so I could come let you down
Pour me another so I can remember how
True that I am to this addiction of you, now
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