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Monday morning, you woke up crying |
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The outcome of a stupid line |
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Said by some punk-ass on the street |
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It wasn't me, it wasn't you |
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It wasn't anybody you knew |
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Is it your old friend insecurity? |
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The one companion that stuck by your side since you were born |
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Tuesday night you were in a fight |
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The same old argument, black and white |
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It's something that's eating your inside |
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It's not the food, it's not the booze |
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It isn't anything consumed |
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So, is it becoming a problem you can't hide? |
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So, every time you thought that you were wrong you were right |
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The devil on your shoulder gives you strength in paranoia |
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The countless times you called a few |
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Your best friend 'til the end of time |
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They'll always be there by your side |
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Solidify conditions you've abused |
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What that means you'll never have a clue |
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More than just a life long friend |
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No social life I guess we can pretend |
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It's not like I care but anyway |
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You always wanna leave, you never wanna stay |
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Cause you think if you drink too much then you will lose it |
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You'll drink your security away |
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The one companion that stuck by your side since you were born |
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The little voice inside your head, annoying and confusing |
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That somehow tells you what to do |
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Socially you've lost your mind and basically you're out of time |
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You try to build so much it breaks on you |
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What that means you'll never have a clue |
