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Feel the way |
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I feel, a taste of what's real |
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You'd wish you could fly away |
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It always seems to ease the sweet ol' kiss of nicotine |
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Sunday, I'll quit smoking |
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Another promise up high on my list |
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Of promises never kept |
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As I walk along this cold, wet street |
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Hoping to cross |
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Mr.Right, some stupid weirdo |
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Cracks my silence, barking at me'' |
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Hey, little girl, wanna go for a ride?'' |
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Another shitty day but |
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I let it slide |
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For a moment it made me stop |
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Thinking of it |
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Stop thinking of it |
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I got back home and screamed |
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But I don't think it was loud enough to bury that sadness' |
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Cause it really doesn't seem to become weaker |
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Now where's my pride? |
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As I search for pennies, |
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I leave a note on the table |
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That no one's gonna read, ' |
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Just gone drinking' |
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Where am I? |
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What's that place? |
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How did I get there? |
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Excuse me sir, but what is your name? |
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A few more reasons to blame myself |
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As if I haven't got it all figured out |
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I'm so sorry but not that sorry' |
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Cause for a moment it just made me stop |
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Thinking of it |
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Stop thinking of it |
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Yeah, I got your letter but |
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I threw it out |
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Would I have felt better? |
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Reading two pages full of shit about how |
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I'm a bitch? |
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Maybe it would have made me stronger |
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But right now |
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I need to sleep |
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And then I swear to you that |
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I'll be alright |
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But give up, hang up that stupid phone |
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And please help me stop |
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Thinking of it |
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Stop thinking of it |
