| Waking up at three am, drowning in the haze
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| Of broken dreams and broken promises.
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| Scared of making a fucking difference,
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| Could you answer me, and tell me the truth.
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| Leaving this place so empty handed,
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| Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth.
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| Leaving this place so empty handed,
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| Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth.
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| Until it falls apart.
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| Broken foundation, buried underneath
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| And a smile to make the emptiness complete.
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| Puncture my ribs, like something more
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| With beaten bruised and drunken heart.
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| Waking up at three am, waking up at three am,
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| waking up to nothing.
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| Leaving this place so empty handed,
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| Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth.
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| Leaving this place so empty handed,
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| Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth.
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| Until it falls apart
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| Broken foundation, buried underneath
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| And a smile to make the emptiness complete.
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| Puncture my ribs, like something more.
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| With beaten bruised and drunken heart.
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| Coins across the floor, seasons burden me
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| And make the emptiness complete.
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| Broken foundation, buried underneath
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| And a smile to make the emptiness complete.
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| Puncture my ribs, like something more
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| With beaten bruised and drunken heart.
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| Broken foundation,
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| With beaten, bruised and drunken heart.
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| Broken foundation,
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| With beaten, bruised and drunken heart. |