| Sometimes I feel like a guilty pleasure
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| Sometimes it don’t feel like pleasure at all
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| Face in the air like I’m trying to fool ya
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| What a surprise, I’m just fooling myself
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| Glued to my phone, I’m just trying to hear ya
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| Sweat on the glass burning holes in my hand
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| I don’t wanna believe in a new communion
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| Pour out the wine, taste the blood in my breath
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| 'Til I go and find out it’s so easy
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| Turn and walk away from all the sadness
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| Even if it feels too hard to handle
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| I know it’s just a reason to let it fly
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| Bending my will, but the effort is wasted
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| Hung up and dry, just a tool in the shed
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| Springing the trap 'cause it’s testing my patience
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| What a surprise, it was all in my head
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| Going to Hell, guess they killed me with kindness
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| Drank all my time, now I’m eating the chance
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| Is a moment of truth such an inconvenience?
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| Peel off the rind, bite the fruit in my hands
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| 'Til I go and find out it’s so easy
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| Turn and walk away from all the sadness
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| Even if it feels too hard to handle
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| I know it’s just a reason to let it fly |