| Life flies by
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| When you’re having the time of your life
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| But when you are down
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| Time stands still all around
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| The numbers on the wall
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| Tell me to move on
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| But they don’t know what I’ve been through
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| As this sober fool
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| I’m texting numbers on purpose
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| And not having blood run down my knees
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| From drinking too much that week
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| And acting so naïve
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| Fucked myself up on purpose
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| 'Cause too much is never enough
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| What is it you want from me?
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| This shit don’t come so easily
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| Fucked myself up on purpose
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| 'Cause too much is never enough
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| What is it you want from me?
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| This shit don’t come so easily
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| Tonight, to get by
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| I curse at the walls and question it all
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| They all say it’s too late to save her
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| And it fuels my peculiar behaviour
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| The doors begin to open
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| But I just sit here, frozen in fear
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| I’m not here, I’m not here
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| Fucked myself up on purpose
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| 'Cause too much is never enough
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| What is it you want from me?
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| This shit don’t come so easily
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| Fucked myself up on purpose
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| 'Cause too much is never enough
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| What is it you want from me?
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| This shit don’t come so easily
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| I know that I’ve been selfish
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| But I couldn’t care less
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| I’m always going to come first
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| At my best at my worst
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| I know that this is senseless
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| But I will not regret this
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| Help me to forget this
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| Pass me a cigarette, bitch
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| Fucked myself up on purpose
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| 'Cause too much is never enough
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| What is it you want from me?
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| This shit don’t come so easily
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| Fucked myself up on purpose
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| 'Cause too much is never enough
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| What is it you want from me?
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| This shit don’t come so easily
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| I’m scared to be alone
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| That’s why I don’t come home
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| I’m fucked, I’m fucked, I’m fucked, I’m fucked
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| Fucked myself up on purpose
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| I’m scared to be alone
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| That’s why I don’t come home
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| I’m fucked, I’m fucked, I’m fucked, I’m fucked
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| Fucked myself up on purpose |