“Hangin’ by a Thread”
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Newspaper clippings unread,
swept aside they might find
the curb that drains to the sea.
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Walking next to death we drink
to forget, walk side by side with me.
You smile, the buzz great, it
seems the sleep you always
dreamed it’d be, peace of mind
fleeting and after perfect days,
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How can I keep it up for weeks
and months and years—this must
be it… my last day.
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Self-pity’s got me tied to the bottle,
there’s no turning back I’ve decided
to turn my will and life over
to death, fuck it—the alcoholic
anthem, oh woe is me,
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I’m hangin’ by a thread.
I’m hangin’ by a thread.
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Truth, dreams, they pass away now
as I palm this beer what’s to do here
but swerve into this car they better
get moving, bend or break,
this is my last day, back pain, head
aches there’s no other way,
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I’m hangin’ by a thread.
I’m hangin’ by a thread.
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Look at me isn’t this great, the
talk of the town, one last time
to shine, maybe I’ll shock ‘em
go out in a blaze of glory, be
the front page story, wait don’t
forget those clippings heading out
to sea, that could be me.
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Wait, I feel the pull, I’m stuck…
I feel funny, Someone or Something
is using me for good even when
I’m outta money, there’s a Power
unseen, God they talk about
it every A.A. meeting I’ve ever
been…
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They tell me if I can manage one day
I have it all, put a God in my life,
thank Something bigger than me,
live my passions, do what I think
God wants me to do…
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Live one more day, live
one more day, realize that all that
dying stops the moment I stop
the killing. I’m sober now almost
10 years. The thread was God,
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the needle was fucking A.A. man
