| My face is red from standing with it crushed against a glass wall I made myself
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| And the fingerprints are all that’s left of the hands
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| That were reaching in to wrap around my neck again
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| Now the only memories I have of you waiting to save the ones you love
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| To break your friend, save your face
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| Can you hear me breathe? |
| Can you hear me breathe?
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| Sunday: I know you’re sleeping, I know I said I wouldn’t drink
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| But someone mentioned that an ounce of wine would absolve me of all my sins
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| So I took a shot for Mary, and I took two for your son
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| I had a few for my own self pity and I felt innocent again
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| And now it’s 4am Monday morning, I just missed my last drink, and my hands are
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| shaking
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| Can you hear me breathe? |
| Can you hear me breathe? |
| Can you hear me breathe?
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| And don’t take me at the word, it’s just the state I’m in
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| I’m drunk and I am worn out, and these sleepless nights are beating me
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| It’s the irony, it’s the self defeat of giving up the crutch
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| It’s like a grudge you’ll be forgiven, but right now I need another one
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| So things have to change, my brother are you ok?
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| Things just have to change, my brother are you ok? |