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I wake up beside you, tired and alone |
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Heat of the moment |
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Well this used to feel like home |
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Shouldn't have stayed here |
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Here in your bed |
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Leftover feelings raised from the dead |
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Is this heaven or is this hell |
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I'm too tired to think |
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Yeah, I'm too tired to tell |
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Is this is heaven or is this hell |
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I'm too tired to think |
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Yeah, I'm too tired to tell |
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You talk of green on grass |
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You had a way |
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But I can tell when you're lying, baby |
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Your lips move again |
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I may be lost here, here in your eyes |
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But these scars on my heart |
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Well they keep me in line |
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Is this heaven or is this hell |
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I'm too tired to think |
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Yeah, I'm too tired to tell |
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Is this heaven or is this hell |
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I'm too tired to think |
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Yeah, I'm too drunk, too drunk to tell |
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Is this heaven or is this hell |
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I'm too tired to think |
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Yeah, I'm too tired to tell |
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Is this heaven or is this hell |
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I'm too tired to think |
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Yeah, I'm too drunk, too drunk to tell |
