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Well the booze ain’t a need
It’s just something I feed
And I wish that I were stronger
Than to quit the day
But I grew this way
I wasn’t born with a sadness like hunger
No, it’s something I learned
And in return
My body and soul grew lustful

Because Sundays are the worst
I’ll start to sweat
When she sees the mess
I’ll puke up blood and sorrow

Now, Christy’s gone away
And I wish that she’d stay
Out of hearsay and memory
But there once was a year
I shared with her my fears
And it scared her oh quite a plenty

Because Sundays are the worst
But I’ll sweat ‘em out
When I see the mess
I’ll puke up blood and sorrow

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from Dead Dogs and Dried​-​Up Dreams, released November 19, 2016

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