| You’re coming back, I don’t know why I feel so bad
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| Oh, a picture always hurts more than words
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| You’re born at zero, and dead at 23
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| Ain’t it fucking cold and the dirt comes free
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| You make it clear, it takes me as insincere
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| A picture I can’t live without seeing
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| Whoa, you made your point, I never robbed you of a choice
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| And I can hear a longing in your voice
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| I’m sorry miss, to see your face
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| I wanna hold you close, but I push you away
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| I wanna feel your skin upon my skin
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| But I’m not feeling great, about letting you in
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| Close your eyes, it’s just about time to speak
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| Our dreams only come true in better dreams
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| I dream of me in the middle of a rugged street
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| Oh, praying to God that one day I’ll be clean
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| Whoa, look at the clock, I wish it was a time machine
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| 'Cause I could have been anything
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| I’m sorry miss to see your face
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| I wanna hold you close, but I push you away
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| I wanna feel your skin upon my skin
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| But I’m not feeling great, about letting you in
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| Born at zero and dead at 23
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| And the fucking cold and the dirt come free |