| Walking in with good intentions
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| Walking out with no patience
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| I feel my buttons being pressed on
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| I feel my body tryna start some
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| I know I’m young but I’m pissed off
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| Telling everyone to kick rocks
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| A couple rounds of the Mezcal
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| I’m falling down and I’m holding it all by a thread now
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| No, I ain’t perfect, never said I was perfect
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| And I’m putting it all on a prayer now
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| No, I ain’t perfect, never said I was perfect
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| This ain’t my finest hour
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| Might see my flaws today
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| My words are out of order
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| Maybe my drink’s to blame
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| Emptying all my pockets
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| 'Til I don’t feel a thing
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| This ain’t my finest hour
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| This ain’t my finest hour
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| This ain’t my f--
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| Bottling my emotions
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| All this talk and commotion
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| Everybody got me stressed out
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| I can’t control if I break down
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| Every night is a big blur
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| I can’t get a hold of my temper
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| Ain’t no one to depend on
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| I’m falling down and I’m holding it all by a thread now
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| No, I ain’t perfect, never said I was perfect
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| And I’m putting it all on a prayer now
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| No, I ain’t perfect, never said I was perfect
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| This ain’t my finest hour
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| Might see my flaws today
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| My words are out of order
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| Maybe my drink’s to blame
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| Emptying all my pockets
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| 'Til I don’t feel a thing
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| This ain’t my finest hour
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| This ain’t my finest hour
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| This ain’t my f--
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| I can’t hide my flaws (I)
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| And it’s all my fault (No, I ain’t perfect)
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| I am on my knees (Never said I was perfect)
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| Don’t give up on me
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| I can’t hide my flaws
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| And it’s all my fault ('Cause I deserve it)
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| I am on my knees
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| Don’t give up on me
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| This ain’t my finest hour
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| Might see my flaws today
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| My words are out of order
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| Maybe my drink’s to blame
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| Emptying all my pockets
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| 'Til I don’t feel a thing
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| This ain’t my finest hour
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| This ain’t my finest hour
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| This ain’t my finest hour |