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Sick To My Stomach

Merci, Mercy


Take me home, take me home
'Cause I've got nowhere to go, nowhere to go
There's a bottle sitting next to me
And oh, it looks so sweet
And I know it's old news to you
But just 'cause you don't have
it doesn't mean it's not a habit, baby

Make me go, make me go
'Cause I've got nothing left to show, nothing left to show
I wish I wasn't so dizzy
When it's hard enough not to see
And I know it's old news to you
But just 'cause you don't have it
doesn't mean it's not a habit, baby

I prefer dark night, lonely times, always alcohol in sight
The cigs in my pockеt make me
sick to my stomach, mm-mm
MM-mm
I prefеr dark night, lonely times, always alcohol in sight
The cigs in my pocket make me
sick to my stomach, mm-mm
MM-mm

If I ask for help, will it mean that I'm unwell?
In this untitled bathroom with all my misfortune
I can't read the sign, yeah, I think I've gone blind
(Think I've gone blind)

I prefer dark night, lonely times, always alcohol in sight
The cigs in my pocket make me sick to my stomach, mm-mm
MM-mm
I prefer dark night, lonely times, always alcohol in sight
The cigs in my pocket make me sick to my stomach, mm-mm
MM-mm
I prefer dark night, lonely times
always alcohol in sight (take me home)
The cigs in my pocket make me sick to my stomach, mm-mm
MM-mm
I prefer dark night, lonely times
always alcohol in sight (take me home)
The cigs in my pocket make me sick to my stomach, mm-mm
MM-mm

(Take me home, take me home)

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