| I’m going out another night
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| You knocked me down, so I get high
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| I try to bulletproof my pride, pulling triggers (Pulling triggers)
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| A double shot, two by my side
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| They ask «is everything alright»
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| I just keep going on like it never mattered
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| 'Cause «Fuck that bitch» it’s easier to say than to confront sadness
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| I’m dealing with the pain by yelling
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| «Fuck that bitch,» it’s easier to say than «I love you»
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| Yeah
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| «Fuck that bitch» it’s easier to say than to confront sadness
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| I’m dealing with the pain by yelling
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| «Fuck that bitch,» it’s easier to say than «I love you»
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| But if I was being honest
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| It’s just a coping mechanism and I’m sorry
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| I tried holding it together for the party, ey-ey but
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| But I saw a picture of you kissing and I lost my drink
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| I spilled liquor in the kitchen, vomit in the sink
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| I’m still bitter, acting like you don’t mean a thing
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| 'Cause «Fuck that bitch» it’s easier to say than to confront sadness
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| I’m dealing with the pain by yelling
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| «Fuck that bitch,» it’s easier to say than «I love you»
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| Yeah
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| «Fuck that bitch» it’s easier to say than to confront sadness
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| I’m dealing with the pain by yelling
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| «Fuck that bitch,» it’s easier to say than «I love you» |