| Well I see you walking down a dead-end street
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| Like a black cat following a limousine
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| A brand new problem every time we meet
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| But the same old reason that the grass ain't green
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| So self-entitled and your talk is cheap
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| Leave a path of destruction every time you speak
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| You burned your bridges but I just won't leave
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| 'Cause I can't help caring about a friend in need
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| You dragged me down to a hole so deep
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| I'm crawling out on my hands and knees
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| I'd stick around but I know it's gonna be
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| The end of me
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| I see you making all the same mistakеs
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| Try to help but you throw it back into my face
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| You quit your job, say your life's so hard
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| But you can't pay for dinnеr with the victim card
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| Yeah, you're as subtle as a wrecking ball (ooh, ooh)
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| If you stole my keys you'd crash my car and
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| Win the lottery and still complain
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| We all know someone that we just can't change
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| You dragged me down to a hole so deep
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| I'm crawling out on my hands and knees
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| I'd stick around but I know it's gonna be
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| The end of me
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| I wanna get closer to you
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| But how am I supposed to get through?
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| Keep putting out fires but the flames get higher
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| I gotta stop listening to you
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| I'm gonna get hurt if I do
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| I'm getting so tired of preaching to the choir
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| I said goodbye and I wished you well
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| But you kept dragging me back to hell
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| I'd stick around but I know it's gonna be
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| The end of me
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| I wanna get closer to you
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| But how am I supposed to get through?
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| Keep putting out fires but the flames get higher
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| I gotta stop listening to you
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| I'm gonna get hurt if I do
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| I'm getting so tired of preaching to the choir
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| You dragged me down to a hole so deep
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| I'm crawling out on my hands and knees
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| I'd stick around but I know it's gonna be
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| The end of me |