The New Pornographers The Slow Descent Into Alcoholism

I say, my, my slow descent
Into alcoholism, it went
To my head, where I really need it
With abuse that remain untreated

I say my, my, my, my slow descent
Into alcoholism it went

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I say my, ever loosening grip
On the commonest courtesies slipped
From my hands, where I really need her
When I need change for the parking meters

I say my, my, my, my slow decent
Into alcoholism it went

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Salvation holdout central
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Salvation holdout central

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Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central
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Salvation holdout central
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