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Whoa, whoa, whoa... |
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Here I go, again |
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There's my phone, again |
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My head's pounding, |
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I'm coming down from another round out on the town again. |
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Hand on the clock, ticking |
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The hotel room, spinning |
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There's a guy [?] singing up on the walls saying it's my fault the devil's ringing. |
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Same shit, every day |
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Set in my ways |
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I'm out of control again |
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Like someone cut the brakes. |
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Burning all of my time |
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You're asking why? |
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But I'm not listening 'cause it's my wasted life. |
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Whoa, whoa, whoa... |
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Didn't drive, fuck it. |
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My [?] balls, suck it. |
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'Cause it ain't worth all the pains I learned, |
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Just another drop in the bucket. |
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Same shit, every day |
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Set in my ways |
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I'm out of control again |
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Like someone cut the brakes. |
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Burning all of my time |
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You're asking why? |
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But I'm not listening 'cause it's my wasted life. |
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Whoa, whoa, whoa... |
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Same shit, every day |
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Set in my ways |
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I'm out of control again... |
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Burning all of my time, |
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You're asking why? |
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But I'm not listening 'cause it's my wasted life. |
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Whoa, whoa, whoa... |
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It's my way... |
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It's my, it's my wasted life |
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It's my, it's my wasted life |
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It's my, it's my wasted life. |
