| Was a time I would have cried
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| Those days have all gone by
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| You always walked a crooked line
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| And so did I
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| If I mentioned love I take it back
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| I saw your heart and it was black
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| I finally found out what you lack
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| And that’s a soul
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| You read my thoughts, you knew my fears
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| Weren’t as old as you appeared
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| But so much wiser than your years
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| And I was blind
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| You left a trail of rubber checks
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| Broken hearts and busted necks
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| What the fuck did I expect
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| I don’t know
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| You can give your confession tomorrow
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| If you find a priest dumb enough to believe
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| It only hurts when I breathe
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| Purge and binge, binge and purge
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| Gorged on speed and bitter words
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| Found ourselves on B and 3rd
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| One more time
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| Feast and fast, burn and crash
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| Couldn’t seem to make it last
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| You stole my confidence and cash
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| But I will survive
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| You can give your confession tomorrow
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| If you find a priest dumb enough to believe
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| It only hurts when I breathe
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| Tears and laughs, laughs and tears
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| Days are weeks and months are years
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| Up the on-ramp grinding gears
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| Away we go
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| Looking for a bar to burn
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| Waiting for the tide to turn
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| Some people never learn
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| And I should know
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| You can give your confession tomorrow
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| If you find a priest dumb enough to believe
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| And me I’ll just beg steal and borrow
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| Because it only hurts when I breathe
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| It only hurts when I breathe |