Landslide
Stand by for the tender wavewe are hitting the sky tonight
Raise them high and listen for for the words
tip them back, we're fling high
Dropping five, chase with five or more
until the light says goodbye
Stack the glass on a mile high
heap of the night's delights
And I cant see, What's in front of me
Although it looks like me
And I can't tell, who this reflection is
In the mirror, although it's me, heading for
A Landslide
Booze and broads has always been the way
for this guy to run and hide
Vodka, scotch, whiskey till I die
filling a hole down inside
There a'int enough beer and liquor to
last this lifetime of mine
so keep them coming until I can't see
all of these things bothering me
Life goes fast, in the blink of an eye
But each second, an eternity gone by
Pain is seen, in the bottom of the glass
Never remember, the eve of last past
Lights go out, eyes closed to all inside
heading for, the bottom of the landslide
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