| I wake up beside you, tired and alone
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| Heat of the moment
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| Well this used to feel like home
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| Shouldn’t have stayed here
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| Here in your bed
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| Leftover feelings raised from the dead
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| Is this heaven or is this hell
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| I’m too tired to think
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| Yeah, I’m too tired to tell
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| Is this is heaven or is this hell
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| I’m too tired to think
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| Yeah, I’m too tired to tell
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| You talk of green on grass
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| You had a way
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| But I can tell when you’re lying, baby
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| Your lips move again
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| I may be lost here, here in your eyes
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| But these scars on my heart
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| Well they keep me in line
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| Is this heaven or is this hell
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| I’m too tired to think
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| Yeah, I’m too tired to tell
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| Is this heaven or is this hell
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| I’m too tired to think
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| Yeah, I’m too drunk, too drunk to tell
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| Is this heaven or is this hell
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| I’m too tired to think
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| Yeah, I’m too tired to tell
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| Is this heaven or is this hell
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| I’m too tired to think
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| Yeah, I’m too drunk, too drunk to tell |