| These same songs that we keep writing
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| Are gonna keep us honest, at least so I’m hoping
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| And speaking of honest, I lie a lot
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| Lie down with strangers when I’m sleeping
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| I lie about drinking, I lied about dreaming
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| I’ve just been sleeping off this weight
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| It’s gonna take chances to keep us alive
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| And the chances are looking slim
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| Baby, we’re dying or maybe we’re living
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| Over and over again
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| What if you do wrong so long that it feels right?
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| What if two is too many to fight?
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| Are you gonna be a rich girl for all your life?
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| Or give up your sense of truth for the night?
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| It’s gonna take chances to keep us alive
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| And the chances are looking slim
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| Baby, we’re dying or maybe we’re living
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| Over and over and over and over again
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| I wish I had strong hands and a whole lot of insight
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| To fix up this mess I insist to write
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| And a little bit of alimony to leave behind
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| To all my loved ones in case I up and flee this
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| It’s gonna take chances to keep us alive
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| And the chances are looking slim
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| Baby, we’re dying or maybe were living
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| Over and over and over and over and over and over
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| Again |