| Wake up nine… maybe ten…
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| Depending how my head is feeling
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| Every step… that I take… is rattling the ceiling
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| Take a breath, brush my teeth
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| Smell like death even bleach can’t erase the taste of last night
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| I got holes in my clothes, someone’s sweatshirt
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| Who knows what I did?
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| When you came over
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| I shoulda stayed sober
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| And then I got the cold shoulder
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| Now you know you’re the reason every time I feel hungover
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| To be hungover
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| To be hungover
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| To be hungover
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| To be hungover
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| Please don’t call… please don’t text…
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| 'Cause my phone is dead anyways
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| Shut the shades… close the door…
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| And I’ll see you in a couple days
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| Did we kiss, did we fight?
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| There’s a bit of the night that I might not remember
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| There’s a burn on my coat
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| Cigarettes on my throat
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| I don’t know what we did
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| When you came over
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| I shoulda stayed sober
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| And then I got the cold shoulder
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| Now you know you’re the reason every time I feel hungover
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| To be hungover
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| To be hungover
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| To be hungover
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| To be hungover
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| Now my wallet is gone
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| Five missed calls on my phone
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| Now my exes all know that I’m lonely
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| Woke up with a tattoo
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| It looks bad, but that’s cool
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| 'Cause it reminds me of the shit that we did
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| When you came over
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| I shoulda stayed sober
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| And then I got the cold shoulder
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| Now you know you’re the reason every time I feel hungover
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| To be hungover
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| To be hungover
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| To be hungover
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| To be hungover
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| To be hungover
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| To be hungover |