| City lights and cigarettes
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| Chasing goals that don’t exists
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| The life you think you hold
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| You know it holds you
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| Whiskey and a poison word
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| They go down deeper than they should
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| And I’ve been taking your hits like a soldier
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| Oh like I told ya
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| Don’t mean to start no trouble
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| Don’t mean to start no trouble
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| Don’t mean to start no trouble, dear
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| You’re haunting love like your cocaine
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| Rush the high that numbs the pain
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| Your comfort comes so cheap, it leaves you lonesome
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| And ain’t it just the same you see
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| You want me more the more I leave
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| I’ve been taking your hits like I told ya
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| Like a soldier
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| Don’t mean to start no trouble
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| Don’t mean to start no trouble
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| Don’t mean to start no trouble, dear
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| Don’t mean to start no trouble
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| Don’t mean to start no trouble
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| Don’t mean to start no trouble, dear
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| And now the shadows stalking me
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| Whispering all that we could be
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| But I won’t let you go until it’s over
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| Like I told ya
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| Don’t mean to start no trouble
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| Don’t mean to start no trouble
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| Don’t mean to start no trouble, dear
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| Don’t mean to start no trouble
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| Don’t mean to start no trouble
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| Don’t mean to start no trouble, dear |