| When the sun rises
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| In the morning
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| All I want is to wake up next to you
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| Top of the morning
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| Foreign liquor sipping’s getting morbid
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| Bright as the sun performing
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| Cold as the night before hand
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| Breaking bottles saving vacant places
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| Wasted faces
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| Waiting for the day to wake
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| It’s stomach acid rearranging
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| Something passing me to chase
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| With faking all the cheese I’m making
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| Cause I’m faking alot for sure
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| More of the liquor diet
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| Forward to get inspired
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| Spent the whole night pouring up and I’m getting tired
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| Two shots of the tanqueray
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| Shot one, shot two and I’m saving face
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| That’ll make it haste for the girl that I met before
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| Two shots for the girl that I met before
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| And when I’m leaving reasons waiting for the birds and bees
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| When after party seize to breathe
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| And all the smoke from dirty pieces
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| Decently faded, shaking phases and it’s poisonous
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| And when I’m wasted making sense is more than sober does
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| She was the hand that I held to get high
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| The hand that I lived to sit by
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| Watch our colors through the shades
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| Turn our bodies into shapes
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| We look better face to face
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| As we make our day escape
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| Just stay with me
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| I can’t watch you leave
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| You’re all I see
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| Girl I want you
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| I’m shooting amusing bases
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| Using all my means to shake it
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| And when I want you most
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| I couldn’t choose the basics
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| Drinking I’m stupid faced-ed
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| But it was you who paced it
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| And when I’m so far gone
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| You couldn’t do what they did
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| Four shots and I made mistakes
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| And you played the game, and you stayed away
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| And I can’t escape, living day to day
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| And I fade away, and it’s safe to say that
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| You were the hand that I held to get home
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| The hand that I killed to live for |