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good friends with bad habits, |
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what am I to do? |
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they're literary romantics, |
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they fuck like wilde, |
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and indulge like hemingway. |
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i've good friends with bad habits |
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and a tendency towards negligence. |
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just petty thieves and addicts, |
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that don't hurt anyone |
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but they'll burn anyway. |
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well sometimes, |
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like every time |
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a train passes, |
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i get jealous of the long nights, |
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and blurred lights, |
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the red eyes, |
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the bar fights. |
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where in the hell am i? |
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and how did i get here? |
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and which way to the nearest train? |
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well sometimes, |
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like every time she breathes, |
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i embrace my routine. |
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i've good friends with bad habits. |
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what am i to do? |
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they're literary romantics, |
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they'll fuck like wilde, |
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and die like hemingway. |
