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Could I trouble you? |
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Don't you know who you are? |
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Since it came unglued, |
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I fell and picked up all the parts |
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I seem to come together |
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Its when we come apart |
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And made that fake connection |
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I fell down with my house of... |
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I wrote an epitaph |
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less than a paragraph today |
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I rolled it up and smoked it |
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And took it into my insides, I'm ashamed. |
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Cause when I troubled you |
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You didn't even know just who you were |
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But you come unglued |
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And all thats left are my words |
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They mean nothing to you at all |
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Cause my word |
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Means nothing to you at all |
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Yeah my words |
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It means nothing to you at all |
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Cause my word |
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Means nothing to you at all |
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So tell the truth |
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So tell the truth you know |
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I said I'm sorry |
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I said I'm sorry, too |
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You ask your questions |
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Made attending to |
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It's so good |
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When I'm sober |
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But I'll know that |
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Cause I'm a loser |
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Oh, yeah its so bad |
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When you're so gone |
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And I'm sorry for you |
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Cause my words |
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Means nothing to you at all |
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When my words |
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It means nothing to you at all |
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Yeah my word |
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Means nothing to you at all |
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Cause my word |
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It means nothing to you at all |
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So tell the truth |
