| I’m on the brink
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| I just can’t take anymore
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| I’ve taken one too many shots I’ve really fucked up the score
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| I’m near the edge
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| I think I’m losing my mind
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| I’ve taken back by insuring acts and your lies
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| Where do we go?
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| Or do we stay for a while?
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| Fight off the enemy and cut our losses I don’t know
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| One thing I do
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| That I’ve been doing for days
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| Is look them in the eyes and spit in their fucking face
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| Turn it up all the way
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| And take me to a better place
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| This is the sound of your stereo, the radio
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| Your beating heart to the words that you already know
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| Everything that you want to say that you’re thinking
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| All the thoughts that your regret for never speakin'
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| This is the sound of your beating heart as you watch it go
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| Chase tracks played back through the window
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| Everything you want to say that you’re thinking
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| All those words that you regret for never speaking
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| Lets take a turn
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| To another place
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| A destination that you thought you knew and get away
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| Now back it up
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| You’re just a little too close
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| I bet you never thought you’d find your destination unknown
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| Well face the facts
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| Of what’s the matter at hand
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| You’ve pissed off everyone that gave a shit because you can
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| Well here we go
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| Back at the start again
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| Just tell me what the fuck?
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| What the fuck were you thinking?
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| Where do we go now?
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| Take us to a better place |