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Well my friends hate me, for what I've become. You see I've been trying love, and not focusing on my life. |
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But this morning, I took off all of my clothes and cleaned my skin clear, but the stench of you, no it doesn't disappear, |
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So I just wait, in my lonely house, no no no I have no clout to put your pictures up in an art gallery. |
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So I go out, and place my feet downtown, and the people watch me drink myself to bars and death constantly. |
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And then, ask "why you're doing this boy? When there's so much more to prove" |
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Well, she's never coming back, but I have to finish this half, because I paid four bucks a glass. |
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And it's also the only thing that could be, sticking around. |
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And I bought cocaine from my friend just the other day, you know just to let my memory fade so when you come to my place.... |
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My heart will beat, just as loud as a kick drum; cause you know when you talk to much it's like music playing. |
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And it only crossed in my thoughts when you left; you see I get so depressed, when you're lying to my face. And I think we'd be were cheap |
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If you just let me hold you then we could spell out the truth. |
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And if you do this to me again, I might have a childish fit. |
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And you won't find me attractive as you did; no you need a man, someone on their feet, with high self esteem... |
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And never blames depression, for the way he's feeling... because that's how I'm feeling. |
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So if I, told you... I found another love... well you know, just this once it was right after you ran to his heart wire house. |
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We were dancing or drinking downtown, the lights were blinking so loud, that for once I couldn't hear what a girl adored. |
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and I collapsed, into the gutter of K street... that's when I knew my mistakes made me, and I found you're more than incomplete. |
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So if all this lie was just all a bit of truth, would you still chase me like I do, when you're constantly wrapped in the sheets? |
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We are a fairy tale that failed, and I constantly keep reading it. |
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So I am the ugliest thing that could ever grow up to be of some kind of thing... |
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And you know how perfect we could be... |
