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Now I have a nagging flaw I never saw it sneaking up |
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It wrapped it's dirty arms around me |
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Pockets full of blood |
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After I had seen the sight I hardly had a choice to fight |
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A nail snuck out behind the van and it hit me |
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Through my sweater and my shirt |
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And when I looked at Michael he heard "I need to be alone" |
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But when he turned his head I soon corrected "Need to be at home" |
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It took me all this time to get where I said I would never be |
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I hope it's not even out there |
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I hope eventually you'll see what you've been turning me into |
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It's all for you |
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It feels like 37 years and I am nothing but a bank |
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If we could build our credit score "Incredible," they'll surely say |
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But I can credit only one to focus all the fame |
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It has the first and last even the middle of my very name |
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I am the greatest man that never lived and now I never sleep |
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I never lost a fight but never knew I started one the same |
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I never knew how capable I would become |
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I'm tired of talking to a wall when I could talk to someone else |
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It's got seven days without a word |
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And you're with someone somewhere else |
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My daughter, she barely eats |
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She barely sleeps |
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She barely speaks |
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My daughter, she barely eats |
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She barely sleeps |
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She barely speaks to me |
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(To me, to me) |
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We spent the most of nights defending fights you fought in the past |
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But it was different now and I'm entirely too drunk to ask |
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(To me, to me) |
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You spend most every day enjoying the sun and hoping it lasts |
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(To me, to me) |
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I have a funny gut and feeling doubtful you'll get it back |
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(To me, to me) |
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I have a funny gut and feeling doubtful you'll get it back |
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Alcohol, dirty malls, Pensacola, Florida bars |
