| I wanna be drunk when I wake up
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| On the right side of the wrong bed
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| And never an excuse I made up
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| Tell you the truth I hate
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| What didn't kill me,
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| It never made me stronger at all
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| Love will scar your makeup,
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| Lip sticks to me
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| So now I maybe lean back there
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| I'm sat here,
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| Wishing I was sober
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| I know I'll never hold you like I used to
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| But a house gets cold when you cut the heating
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| Without you to hold I'll be freezing
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| Can't rely on my heart to beat in
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| Cause you take parts of it every evening
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| Take words out of my mouth just from breathing
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| Replace with phrases like 'when you leaving me?'
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| Should I? |
| Should I?
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| Maybe I'll get drunk, again
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| I'll be drunk, again
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| I'll be drunk, again
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| To feel a little love
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| I wanna hold your heart in both hands
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| Not watch it fizzle at the bottom of a Coke can
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| And I've got no plans for the weekend
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| So should we speak then?
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| Keep it between friends?
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| Though I know you'll never love me like you used to
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| There may be other people like us
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| Who see the flicker of a clipper when they light up
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| Flames just create us
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| Burns don't heal like before
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| And you don't hold me anymore
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| On cold days cold plays out like the band's name
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| I know I can't heal things with a handshake
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| You know I can change,
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| As I began saying
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| You cut me wide open like landscape
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| Open bottles of beer but never champagne
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| To applaud you with the sound that my hands make
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| Should I? |
| Should I?
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| Maybe I'll get drunk, again
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| I'll be drunk, again
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| I'll be drunk, again
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| To feel a little love
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| All by myself
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| I'm here again
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| All by myself
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| You know I'll never change
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| All by myself
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| All by myself
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| I'm just drunk, again
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| I'll be drunk, again
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| I'll be drunk, again
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| To feel a little love |