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Take me home |
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I've had enough |
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And I'm done |
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All the alcohol |
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Is not setting well at all |
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And all of the drugs wore off |
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All the pills have stopped |
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And these are the tiny hands |
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That rip us a part |
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And I've got one foot in the gate of hell |
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And you've got two hands hailing taxis down |
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And he got three years just for givin' up |
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And I've got nothing to complain about |
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I got one foot in the gate of hell |
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You got two hands hailing taxis down |
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He got three years just for givin' up |
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And I've got nothing to complain about |
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Don't give up |
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Even though I'll give up |
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Cuz this is a front |
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You want me now |
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Cuz I will be here all night |
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It seems if only an empty drink |
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Cuz this is a front |
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You want me now |
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Cuz I am lost without you |
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One foot in the gate of hell |
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You got two hands hailing taxis down |
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He got three years just for givin' up |
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And I've got nothing to complain about |
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And I've got one foot in the heat of hell |
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You got two hands pulling me around |
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You got three years just for givin' up |
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And I've got nothing to complain about |
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Cuz sometimes |
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Somewhere |
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Somehow |
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It's somewhere |
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It's somehow |
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Yeah... |
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I've got a sun burn from the gate of hell |
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You got a sore throat from always screaming help |
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He got three years just for givin' up |
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And I thought two years would've been enough |
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One foot in the gate of hell |
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You got two hands hailing taxis down |
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We got three years just for givin' up |
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Oh I've got nothing to complain about |
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One foot in the gate of hell |
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You got two hands hailing taxis down |
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He got three years just for givin' up |
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Oh I've got nothing to complain about |
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Yeah |
