RESPIRATORS LYRICS

"Old No. 7"

We ran out of chances we ran out of booze
Closed our eyes for too long we chose not too choose
Now we're stuck in small apartments with a TV set
We are full of regrets

So I guess I'm drinking whiskey by myself tonight
I don't need no one around me to get by
I'll just sit right here and wait for this dumb world to die
And It's alright

Thanks to Havanaffair! for these lyrics

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