| Is it I think too much?
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| Or are we chasing after a ghost of what once was?
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| I can’t tell the difference
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| Is it you care too much?
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| Or am I holding our past like a knife against my tongue?
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| I can’t tell the difference
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| Would it be enough?
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| If we were loaded and fucked up, house out in the hills
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| I wouldn’t bet on it
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| We could be more lost
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| Car roofs, wet shoes, cashed out in a friend’s garage
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| But one time’s enough
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| Will it ever be enough?
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| I hate fucking being numb
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| Sorry that I love these drugs
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| Do you think my head is fucked?
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| Will it ever be enough?
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| I hate fucking being numb
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| Sorry that I love these drugs
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| Do you think my head is fucked?
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| Will it ever be enough?
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| I hate fucking being numb
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| Sorry that I love these drugs
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| Do you think my head is fucked?
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| Will it ever be enough?
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| I hate fucking being numb
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| Sorry that I love these drugs
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| Do you think my head is fucked?
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| Will it ever be enough?
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| I hate fucking being numb
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| Sorry that I love these drugs
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| Do you think my head is fucked? |