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I'm just waking up, my mouth tastes like rust |
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I think I'm still drunk, and my head is a snare drum |
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A breeze pass the window, has got the curtains all dancing like ghosts |
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Sift through telephone of texts |
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Construct a composite sketch of last night's events |
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All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls |
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And bringing children into this world |
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Singing their names to a home on land they captured |
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Me? I'm still writing songs I'm scared you'll hear some day |
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There's tall ships on the horizon. |
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With baby steps. It's a ?? |
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A few shifts to shed this worry, a few bottles to forget |
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And I spend my nights making love to someone I could never love |
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Passing out in a passionless embrace |
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Rehearsing exit strategies for my escape |
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All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls |
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And bringing children into this world |
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Singing their names to a home on land they captured |
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Me? I'm still writing songs I'm scared you'll hear some day |
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All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls |
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And bringing children into this world |
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Singing their names to a home on land they captured |
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Me? I'm still writing songs I'm scared you'll hear |
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All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls |
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(All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls) |
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All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls |
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(All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls) |
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All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls |
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(All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls) |
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All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls |
