| She abandoned me, left me out in the cold
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| No surprises, I guess that’s how it goes
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| Sits across from me, at a booth in this dive
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| I contemplate how much more I can survive
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| But I’m alive, so I should be content
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| Then tell why the hell my whole world is bent
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| I was sent to make and frustrate the population
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| In-between the alcohol and the copulation
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| What you call it, if you build it I will break it
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| «What's wrong, how you doin'?» |
| Nah, save it
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| Gave it a fraction of all I had to give
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| I guess I hold a grudge, cause you still got my rib
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| With your beautiful eyes, unscrupulous lies
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| Now watch the circus clown run around in circles and try
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| Seems like all I get to eat is hope
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| Girl, if we got along better we’d be dope
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| Four walls, they surround me
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| Loneliness, has found me
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| And for as much as I complain, I’m lovin' it
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| And I only mention it so that I can rub it in
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| Wake up to the sunlight, shake off last night
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| Check what’s left and try to get the rest right
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| Decision, splitting, headache, lifting
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| Symptoms, matching, Mama was afraid of it
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| Knowledge of self ain’t as evil as they made it
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| Call it what you want, if you build it they will break it
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| The plain truth, there’s no substitute
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| But sometimes she wears a disguise (Yes she do)
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| A storyteller deals with life not hope
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| Girl, if we got along better we’d be dope
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| And that’s the sound that a dog will make when he’s just been hit by a car
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| And that’s the tone that hits close to home, when the cocaine outlives the star
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| And that’s the noise that disrupts the boys when the cue ball smacks its goal
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| And these are the words that disturb your earth when I walk away with your hope |