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Down Down Down Down Walking through the city Liqour in my body Liquor in my coat Going over the roots of sitting in a corner But i'm heading for a fire with a bucket full of girls just to feel it Don't feel a thing That's why you phoned in and ringed We're going down, going down, going down if we don't turn around We're going down, going down, going down if we don't turn around We've got acustomed to the feeling of being dishonest We're going down, going down, going down if we don't turn around Down Down Down Down Bursted to a mirror fining with a century Birds hanging in the kitchen working to the bee Stand in the middle with an endless heart full of silence It cutst through your voice A knife of white noise We're going down, going down, going down if we don't turn around We're going down, going down, going down if we don't turn around We've got acustomed to the feeling of being dishonest We're going down, going down, going down if we don't turn around We've got acustomed to the feeling o being dishonest We're going down, going down, going down if we don't turn around Down Down Down Down Down