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Waking up at three am, drowning in the haze, |
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Of broken dreams and broken promises. |
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Scared of making no fucking difference, |
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Could you answer me, and tell me the truth. |
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Leaving this place so empty handed, |
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Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth. |
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Leaving this place so empty handed, |
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Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth. |
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(Until it falls apart) |
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Broken foundation, buried underneath |
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And a smile to make the emptiness complete. |
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Puncture my ribs, like something more |
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With beaten bruised and drunken heart. |
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Waking up at three am, waking up at three am, |
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Waking up to nothing. |
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Leaving this place so empty handed, |
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Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth. |
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Leaving this place so empty handed, |
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Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth. |
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(Until it falls apart) |
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Broken foundation, buried underneath |
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Aand a smile to make the emptiness complete. |
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Puncture my ribs, like something more |
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With beaten bruised and drunken heart. |
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Coins across the floor, seasons burden me, |
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And made the emptiness complete. |
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Broken foundation, buried underneath |
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And a smile to make the emptiness complete. |
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Puncture my ribs, like something more |
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With beaten bruised and drunken heart. |
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Broken foundation, |
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With beaten, bruised and drunken heart. |
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Broken foundation, |
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With beaten, bruised and drunken heart. |
