Maybe I'm tired and pedantic but...
But I think I know the miracle now, I think I have the cure, I think I finally get it, the secret is I don't drink today.
I wouldn't use the word cure myself...I get this mental picture of leaving the door to the past open a crack...and the pretty lights are twinkling through to mesmerise me.
If I think I'm 'cured', I might just convince myself I can drink again....y'know?
I'm incurable. But I can live the rest of my live untroubled by alcoholism.
Sounds good to me. I'll take that.
See ya there, man
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