| Xanax got nothing on how I feel
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| Baby, I’m messed up and nothing’s real
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| Rather be sober alone at home
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| East coast, baby, you know ain’t I’m numb
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| You’re with her
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| Falling in love
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| Drinking my poison
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| Falling apart, apart
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| When your words cut like a knife
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| I’m bleeding for you to stay
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| Saying nothing is worse
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| When I’m hanging on to you by a thread
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| Oh, I’m hanging on to you by a thread
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| Yeah, hanging on to you by a thread
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| Saying nothing is worse
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| When I’m hanging on to you by a thread
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| Oh, oh, oh, nothing is wrong
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| Oh, oh, a thread
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| Let’s kick old school like we ain’t got no rules
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| Like tripping off toadstools like pushing that for you
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| Because I ain’t never wanna be sober
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| Never wanted this to be over
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| I’ll end up just fine
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| You’re with her
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| Falling in love
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| Drinking my poison
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| Falling apart, apart
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| When your words cut like a knife
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| I’m bleeding for you to stay
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| Saying nothing is worse
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| When I’m hanging on to you by a thread
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| Oh, I’m hanging on to you by a thread
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| Yeah, hanging on to you by a thread
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| Saying nothing is worse
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| When I’m hanging on to you by a thread |