| I can’t take it
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| Tired, I’m fallin' to my knees
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| I’m weighted
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| Carry me home like you used to
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| When I burn my organs, pour the Bourbon
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| Bear my burdens for the moment
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| Can I get some help? |
| That’s a hell no
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| But I bet she’d break her neck for that cell phone
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| Atlas shrugged his shoulders
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| Said he’d drop that boulder
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| Call me in the morning when I’m sober
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| Find me in the corner in a coma
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| Bottoms up, never stop
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| I don’t think we had enough
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| Out of touch, maybe I don’t give a fuck
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| Probably not, yeah, I think I’m fallin' off
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| Fallin' off, yeah
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| I don’t belong here, let me start over
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| I wanna sleep so wake me up when I’m older
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| Do not disturb, lost when I’m dreaming
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| Kick to the curb, all my angels and demons
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| Guess I’m a little bit scared of the things that I don’t understand
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| Finding semblance of comfort that nothin' will go like I planned (Yeah)
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| Atlas shrugged his shoulder
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| Said he’d drop that boulder
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| Call me in the morning when I’m sober
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| Find me in the corner in a coma
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| Bottoms up, never stop
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| I don’t think we had enough
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| Out of touch, maybe I don’t give a fuck
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| Probably not, yeah, I think I’m fallin' off
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| Fallin' off, yeah
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| Bottoms up, never stop
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| I don’t think we had enough
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| Out of touch, maybe I don’t give a fuck
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| Probably not, yeah, I think I’m fallin' off
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| Fallin' off, yeah |