| Sometimes in this life
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| It’s hard to tell the difference between wrong and right
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| And you can only spend so long on the cross
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| Until all the true believers are gone
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| So check your mirrors before you back up
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| Sometimes the whole thing just don’t add up
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| But even if the numbers ain’t right
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| Your memory still keeps me up at night
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| I’ll hold your hand while you’re puking girl
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| I try to be there when you’re lonely
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| I may not do it right
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| But I do it for you
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| I guess I make a lot of mistakes
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| But thats just the way it goes when the mistakes get made
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| Day after day after day
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| All the same old shit can wear your edge away
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| And I know they say that love is blind
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| But I think they got that right only half of the time
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| And I guess it’s all we have is now
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| So pass the bottle and f*ck tomorrow
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| I’ll hold your hand while you’re puking girl
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| I try to be there when you’re lonely
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| I may not do it right
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| But I do it for you
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| But even when I’m down to my last nerves
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| In a million f*cking ways you’re still more than I deserve
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| If it’s a hundred to one than we’ll make it
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| I got a fifty-years spot to show a place
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| And thought I try to get you of of my mind
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| When dead blacked out all I can see is your eyes
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| And maybe I’m just trickin' myself
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| But it wouldn’t be the first time that that worked out
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| I’ll hold your hand while you’re puking girl
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| I try to be there when you’re lonely
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| I may not do it right
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| But I do it for you
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| I’ll hold your hand while you’re puking girl
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| I try to be there when you’re lonely
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| I may not do it right
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| But I do it for you
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| I may not do it right
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| But I do it for you |