| Eighteen wasted months starving in a city where the sunshine shrugs
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| Crawling in my skin this feeling bugs, that I can’t even go back to just who I
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| was
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| I’m proving nothing
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| Wasting my life away dreaming of a city and I’m miles away
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| From everyone I know and love, from who I’m trying to prove my life ain’t stuck
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| I’m fooling no one
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| I’m fooling nobody but me
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| Cannot even tell why I can’t help feeling low now
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| I can’t help feel the blues now you know
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| But it don’t even make sense how I’m loathing like I’m spent
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| How I’m roaming like a wreak, I am not
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| Tensions, drunken fits, acting up and down when the come downs hit
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| Acting like I’m Morrissey without the wit
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| And I’m fooling no one
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| Blaming my life away, running at the mouth all the things I’d change
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| Everything is hard but it’s only the way, like everybody else I think I’ve
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| something to say
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| But I’m fooling no one
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| I’m fooling nobody but me
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| Cannot even tell why I can’t help feeling low now
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| I can’t help feel the blues now you know
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| But it don’t even make sense how I’m loathing like I’m spent
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| How I’m roaming like a wreak, I am not
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| I’m fooling no one
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| I’m fooling nobody but me
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| Afraid of going back to just who I was
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| Eighteen wasted months |