| Trying to stand here pretending that I’m really okay
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| When inside I know all the hope is gone
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| Is like sitting all alone at 5am in a hotel room when all the coke is gone
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| I hold on to pain sometimes
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| Lit up by the fade of my fire
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| I’m too old to be chasing these highs
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| When first line is the only good ride
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| Sooner or later all the curtains gon' close
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| And the stage gon' fade to black coal
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| Everything that you ever dreamed of
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| Will be running right out th back door
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| Wake up at sundown
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| Hands up and get gunned down
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| By myslf I’m my own worst enemy
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| A victim to the chains of my own stupidity
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| One day life’s bitter
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| Next day tastes sweet
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| Maybe I hurt myself 'cause I’d rather feel pain
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| Than feel nothing at all
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| I hate coming down, touching my feet to the ground
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| But, man, I’m so used to the fall
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| Don’t put your trouble on me
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| I got enough of that weighing on me
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| Already got enough demons I feed
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| Man leave me alone to just breathe
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| I hate coming down
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| Touching my feet on the ground
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| But, man, I’m used to the fall
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| Life seems like it’s just about me
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| Losing everything that I never
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| Wanted in the first place
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| 'Til I slip and get attached
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| Then the devil takes it back
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| And it hurts in the worst way
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| I’ve been stabbed in the back so much
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| That I can’t never trust nobody
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| I’ve been cut to the heart so many times
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| That I can’t love nobody
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| Maybe I’m damaged goods
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| Half the time misunderstood
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| All the «shoulds», all the «coulds»
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| Can’t stop the hatchet when it hits the wood
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| You can talk up fit
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| You can cuss, you can spit
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| You can dig my grave
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| But you ain’t putting no dent in a man
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| That done spent life beneath these waves
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| One day life’s bitter
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| Next day tastes sweet
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| Maybe I hurt myself 'cause I’d rather feel pain
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| Than feel nothing at all
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| I hate coming down, touching my feet to the ground
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| But, man, I’m so used to the fall
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| Don’t put your trouble on me
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| I got enough of that weighing on me
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| Already got enough demons I feed
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| Man leave me alone to just breathe
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| I hate coming down
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| Touching my feet on the ground
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| But, man, I’m used to the fall |