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She's lump, she's lump, she ain't got it |
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She's talking about regrets and I can't see them |
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Can't seem to follow through, what I had promised |
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I stumble upon regrets, me too, so instead.... |
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I party with my pain |
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When you don't seem to come around |
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With fluids in my brain |
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We seem to get along just fine |
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I party with my pain |
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She's drunk, comes home in the morning |
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I wonder where she's been, and I can feel it's burning in my chest |
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(No kiss), no smile for nothing |
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I'm longing for the time when I turn off and.... |
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Party with my pain |
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I got fluids in my brain |
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You don't seem to come around |
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Fuckin up with strangers in strange towns |
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But you should know I never wanted to be in this ocean |
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Of not knowing what you will do |
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Hold it down, this foggy notion |
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Or take away all my skills |
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I crumble in my pain |
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When you don't seem to come around |
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A stamp, a letter, a mailbox, a hello and goodbye |
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Don't try to turn this into something good |
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There ain't no good about it |
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Do you dance under the stars? While I go out and.... |
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Party with my pain |
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I got fluids in my brain |
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You don't seem to come around |
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Fucking up with strangers in strange towns |
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You should know I never wanted to be in this ocean |
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Of not knowing what you will do |
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Hold it down, this foggy notion |
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Or take away all my skills |
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I party with my pain |
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You don't seem to come around |
