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When I met you we were young |
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And like gasoline to matches |
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Waking up drunk |
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Sleeping through your early classes |
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I grew up and grew dull |
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And you say you wished I hadn't |
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Well I'm drunk again |
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And you're guilty like you're Irish catholic |
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You ain't no saint |
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I ain't one either |
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Guess that's why I'm lying here |
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Cause I know |
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That I'm banged up |
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I got bruises I can't place |
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Oh I've been coughing out blood |
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And I know |
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That I'm banged up |
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I got bruises I can't place |
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Oh I've been coughing out blood |
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I've got a gut full of ulcers |
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They're gonna burn out like dead stars |
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Turn to dust |
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If you're coming here alone |
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Then there's nowhere else to go |
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So when I walk in man they know I'm alone |
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Dig your anchors in my bones |
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Keep your breathing soft and slow |
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It's freezing, I made a blanket from my coat |
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You ain't no saint |
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I ain't one either |
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Guess that's why I'm lying here |
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Well I know |
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That I'm banged up |
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I got bruises I can't place |
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Oh I've been coughing out blood |
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And I know |
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That I'm banged up |
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I got bruises I can't place |
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Oh I've been coughing out blood |
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I've got a gut full of ulcers |
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They're gonna burn out like dead stars |
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It gets freezing here after dark |
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So I'm searching the car for my dad's old |
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Bills hat, passed down in 93, |
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It never got far from me, |
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He moved to the island from upstate |
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And he'd spend Sunday |
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Watching the game with me |
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Explaining everything, |
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We'd watch Jim Kelly lead the way |
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And if my dad was here I wonder what he'd say |
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If my dad was here I wonder if he'd even recognize me |
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I'm ******* begging |
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I'm ******* begging |
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Cause I know |
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That I'm banged up |
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I got bruises I can't place |
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Oh I've been coughing out blood |
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And I know |
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That I'm banged up |
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I got bruises I can't place |
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Oh I've been coughing out blood |
