| Oh baby, I’m obsolete, I’m losing my mind again
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| Oh baby, don’t press delete, I’m loading-
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| If I took another drink I wouldn’t stand
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| Baby, I’m a boy I am no man
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| I’ll take it in reverse 'cause it’s in trend
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| I swear I’m sentimental when I’m on the mend
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| I’m puttin' on my boots (He's puttin' on his boots)
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| And when I’m on my feet I will run to you
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| But lately I’ve been dead, so until then
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| Decaying like a coastline in my bed…
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| Not again…
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| Oh baby, I’m obsolete, I’m losing my mind again
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| Through guilt and jealousy, I’m bruising but I’m on the mend
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| Oh baby, don’t press delete, I’m loading my game to ten
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| Oh baby, I’m obsolete, I’m losing my mind again
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| Ooh, ooh
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| I said I thought about religion, and
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| If I had a verse would I be damned?
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| Going face to face with morality
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| All I did was take the sympathy
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| I’m looking for my suit (He's looking for his suit)
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| And when I’m packing gold I will come for you
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| But lately I’ve been dead, so until then
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| Decaying like a coastline on the edge…
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| Not again…
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| Oh baby, I’m obsolete, I’m losing my mind again |
| Through guilt and jealousy, I’m bruising but I’m on the mend
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| Oh baby, don’t press delete, I’m loading my game to ten
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| Oh baby, I’m obsolete, I’m losing my mind again |