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Sometimes I wake up in the mornin' |
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Sometimes I dream some more |
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I keep my wounds without a bandage, baby |
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As I come stumblin' through the door |
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Spend my nights in dislocation |
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Talkin' to spirits on the floor |
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I think I came to find a feelin', baby |
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Between what was mine and what was yours |
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And I came to get hurt |
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(Get hurt) |
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Might as well do your worst to me |
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(Get hurt) |
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Have you come here to get hurt? |
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(Get hurt) |
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Have you come to take away from me? |
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From me, from me |
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Might as well do your worst to me |
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I think I'm gonna move to California |
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Momma can you say a prayer for me? |
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(Say a prayer for me) |
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I heard they don't get so lowdown |
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I heard they never bleed |
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Not like we bleed |
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And I came to get hurt |
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(Get hurt) |
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Might as well do your worst to me |
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(Get hurt) |
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Have you come here to get hurt? |
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(Get hurt) |
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Have you come to take away from me? |
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From me, from me |
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Might as well do your worst to me |
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And it gets pretty late |
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And the stations will change |
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And the things once in order |
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Now seem so strange |
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Once I could tell all the hurt apart from myself |
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Now all I can see is the need, the need that |
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I came to get hurt |
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(Get hurt) |
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Might as well do your worst to me |
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(Get hurt) |
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Have you come here to get hurt? |
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(Get hurt) |
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Have you come to take away from me? |
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From me, from me |
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Might as well do your worst to me |
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And maybe you needed a change |
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And maybe I was in the way |
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Maybe some things they stay |
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And some things go away |
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And maybe I was mine |
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And maybe you were not the same |
