| I’ve been sippin' rum like it’s H2O
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| Drownin' in spirits while livin' like a ghost
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| Searchin' for God at the bottom of bottles
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| And losin' myself in the process
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| I keep breakin' down like a beat-up truck
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| Sleepin' at the wheel with my eyes sewed shut
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| Wallow in pity, the city has plenty like me
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| How the hell did I wind up here?
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| Lyin' in a ditch
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| Talkin' to myself
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| Like I flipped a switch
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| Makin' me someone else
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| Eventually my tendencies
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| Might push you away
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| Please, please, stay
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| Take me for what I have to offer
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| I’m a broken mess
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| Can you stitch me up and mend me?
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| Can you make me whole again?
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| Sorry for the hell I drag you under
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| I did not intend
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| To become what I am, the shell of a man
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| Misery really does love company
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| I’ve been throwin' stones at the lookin' glass
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| Denyin' what I am, denyin' what I have, oh
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| That’s illusion I’m choosin', the truth is it chose me
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| Coursin' through my veins like acid in an IV
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| Stuck in cruise control, bracin' for the impact
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| Lyin' in a ditch
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| Lyin' to myself
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| And the worst part is
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| No one’s tried to help
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| My tendencies, they seem to be
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| Pushing you away
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| Please, please, stay
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| Take me for what I have to offer
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| I’m a broken mess
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| Can you stitch me up and mend me?
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| Can you make me whole again?
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| Sorry for the hell I drag you under
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| I did not intend
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| To become what I am, the shell of a man
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| Misery really does love company
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| You deserve the better man
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| The better man
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| Maybe I get caught up in the sound
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| Of you cryin' over me
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| A vicious cycle, we
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| Just keep spinnin' around and around
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| Take me for what I have to offer
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| I’m a broken mess
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| Can you stitch me up and mend me?
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| Can you make me whole again?
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| Sorry for the hell I drag you under
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| I did not intend
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| To become what I am, the shell of a man
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| Misery really does love company
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| You deserve much better |