| So beaten up by my trials
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| But this bottle’s got my back so I’ll take a chance
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| Don’t walk away, Is it rude is it right
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| When you step into the light
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| So I can see you
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| And now I understand, the years on your face
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| You’ve seen and said and slurred
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| You heard my history
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| So many choices, that’s why I got one in each hand
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| Won’t make a difference
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| But it might make my world look a little bit different
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| So can I see you, and do you understand?
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| You know me, you know I could’ve learned to get back to you
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| Just to get the last laugh, I said…
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| I’m tired of losing, movin on, moving on
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| I’m tired of using, movin on, moving on
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| I should’ve said right from the start
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| I forgot the ground for me to walk
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| And I can’t make use of your town
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| And I got to, got to get to the top-front of the line, I said…
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| I said stop when you go to driving me crazy
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| Cause I know the way you came on your late night journey
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| Stop when you go to drive, when you put down your vice
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| You know you’re driving me crazy
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| I said «can you do this, can you do this, can you do this walk of shame?»
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| I said «can you find, can you find, can you find your way?»
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| I said can you find your way?
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| From a place you came so late
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| I said «can you find your way?, can you find your way?, can you find your way?»
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| Ooohhhh, yeeeeaahh-yaahh |