| I feel like garbage
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| And it doesn’t mean that I’m wasted
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| Tell me if you can taste it
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| On my mouth
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| When I’m screaming at you so damn loud
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| I feel like dying
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| I don’t know why I’m not trying
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| To feel better
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| Don’t tell me it’s always about the weather
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| Can you tell
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| That my shoes are too big on my feet?
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| And seeing you
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| Makes my boots so damn heavy
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| There’s pictures of you on the wall of my room
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| That I haven’t taken down yet
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| What if they could summon you?
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| And I’m trying so hard to be mad
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| But so far I’m just really fucking sad
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| Can you tell that my shoes are too big on my feet?
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| Seeing you makes my boots so damn heavy
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| And I am so lonely
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| In this big city
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| And everybody’s
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| So damn busy
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| And I am so lonely
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| In this big city
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| And everybody’s
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| So damn busy
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| And I am so lonely
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| In this big city
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| And everybody’s
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| So damn shitty
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| I feel like garbage
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| I don’t mean that I’m wasted
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| Tell me if you can taste it
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| On my mouth
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| When I’m screaming at you so damn loud
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| I feel like dying
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| I don’t know why I’m not trying
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| To feel better
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| Don’t tell me it’s always about the weather
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| Something nice about knowing everyone feels helpless
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| No one wants to think they are all alone in this |