| It’s the calming before the storm
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| Alcohol sits nicely in your stomach warm
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| When you wake up hungover
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| You wish you were sober
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| I dance with the devil and dream with the demons
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| Fell asleep with death and fell short of breath
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| When you wake up hungover
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| You wish you were sober
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| Just be pretty but naive
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| Anything you hear is what you believe
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| Let the rhyme get stuck in your head
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| Wish you had undressed me in your head
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| It’s the low before the high
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| It’s been so long you thought you would die
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| And when you wake up hungover
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| You wish you were sober
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| And I’ll be counting the days that the sun goes past
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| With the clouds beneath my feet
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| Just be pretty but naive
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| Anything you hear is what you believe
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| Let the rhyme get stuck in your head
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| Wish you had undressed me in your bed
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| Cause we were falling apart
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| Built to crumble from the start
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| I’m a cold metal machine and I’ll do things you never see
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| Just be pretty but naive
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| Anything you hear is what you believe
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| Let the rhyme get stuck in your head
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| Wish you had undressed me in your…
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| Just be pretty but naive
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| Anything you hear is what you believe
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| Let the rhyme get stuck in your head
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| Wish you had undressed me in your bed
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| Cause we were falling apart
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| Built to crumble from the start
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| I’m a cold metal machine and I’ll do things you never see
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| And what they don’t tell you in church is
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| Saints are sinners too |