| You’ve got heart and it’s painted on you
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| And I can see all the false yous
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| I see through all that they do
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| And I’m brave when my words are curving
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| But I don’t see me in my eyes anymore
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| Haven’t seen him since that turn
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| I cannot move in forever, I stand
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| On the feet of my drunkenness, I am my father’s man
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| How you even look in forever? |
| 'Cause I can’t
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| No I’m six gin and tonics down, baby, I can hardly stand
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| No, I can hardly stand
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| I’ve got soul, but it’s weak, it’s aching
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| For I’ve been burnt one too many times
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| Haven’t said the right lines
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| So I smile and say you make me happy
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| But don’t think there’s length to my subtlety
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| I’ve been dying for some sleep
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| I cannot move in forever, I stand
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| On the feet of my drunkenness, I am my father’s man
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| How you even look in forever? |
| 'Cause I can’t
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| No, I’m six gin and tonics down, baby, I can hardly stand
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| No, I can hardly stand
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| I live and I learn and I try to pretend
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| That one day, I might be wiser than my sins
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| I live and I learn, let the hope sink in
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| That one day, I might be wiser than my sin, than my sin
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| Than my sin
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| I cannot move in forever, I stand
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| On the feet of my drunkenness, I am my father’s man
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| How you even look in forever? |
| 'Cause I can’t
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| No, I’m six gin and tonics down, baby, I can hardly stand
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| No, I can hardly stand |