| She’s lump, she’s lump, she ain’t got it
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| She’s talking about regrets and I can’t see them
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| Can’t seem to follow through, what I had promised
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| I stumble upon regrets, me too, so instead…
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| I party with my pain
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| When you don’t seem to come around
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| With fluids in my brain
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| We seem to get along just fine
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| I party with my pain
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| She’s drunk, comes home in the morning
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| I wonder where she’s been, and I can feel it’s burning in my chest
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| (No kiss), no smile for nothing
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| I’m longing for the time when I turn off and…
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| Party with my pain
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| I got fluids in my brain
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| You don’t seem to come around
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| Fuckin up with strangers in strange towns
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| But you should know I never wanted to be in this ocean
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| Of not knowing what you will do
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| Hold it down, this foggy notion
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| Or take away all my skills
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| I crumble in my pain
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| When you don’t seem to come around
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| A stamp, a letter, a mailbox, a hello and goodbye
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| Don’t try to turn this into something good
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| There ain’t no good about it
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| Do you dance under the stars? |
| While I go out and…
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| Party with my pain
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| I got fluids in my brain
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| You don’t seem to come around
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| Fucking up with strangers in strange towns
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| You should know I never wanted to be in this ocean
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| Of not knowing what you will do
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| Hold it down, this foggy notion
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| Or take away all my skills
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| I party with my pain
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| You don’t seem to come around |