| He looks better than me in skinny jeans
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| But I look better than he does naked
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| Then they taste so sweet that you forget
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| That you’ve ever had your heart broken
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| Another panic attack fills up the space in my chest
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| So I let the whiskey flow and my feelings go
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| But I’m not dead
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| I wanna say to myself that «I'm not dead»
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| This is my golden year
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| And the darkest time
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| I blew all my money on sparkling wine
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| Because it seemed like the right thing
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| But I was losing my mind
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| Losing my mind
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| Don’t ask me if I’m happy
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| If you don’t want the truth
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| I’ve been waiting on you to call
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| And tell me that I’m beautiful
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| Slow down, shut up
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| Stop feeling sorry for yourself
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| 'Cause you’re not dead
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| I can walk
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| I can leave
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| I can do anything I please, because
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| I’m not dead
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| This is my golden year
|
| And the darkest time
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| I blew all my money of sparkling wine
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| Because it seemed like the right thing
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| But I was losing my mind
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| Losing my mind
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| I can’t remember what I said to the bartenders
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| And I check my bank account
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| I wanna yell at myself
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| I woke up with a headache from Hell
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| But I don’t wanna lose myself in the medicine
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| 'Cause I’m not dead
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| It’s not over 'till we’re all dead
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| This is our golden year
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| And the darkest time
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| I blew all my money on sparkling wine
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| Because it seemed like the right thing
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| But I was losing my mind
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| Losing my mind
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| I blew all my money on sparkling wine
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| 'Cause it seemed like the right thing |