The Slow Descent into Alcoholism

The New Pornographers

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

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

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Something like this song
Something like this song

Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central

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

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

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Something like this song
Something like this song

Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central

Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central

Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central

Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central
Salvation holdout central

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