| These people, what are your friends for?
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| You wish they could help you, you better get used to
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| We don’t sleep much, we’re looking for trouble
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| We saw town sides, I was your lover
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| Now I hold back, when I talk to you. |
| when I’m blacked out
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| And you’re biased, cause I’m keeping you close to me
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| I grab your arm hard, to make you hit me
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| To make it hurt less, to even wait
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| He is a madman, he is my trouble,
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| It’s not right now, he is my burden
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| I talk loud, I push right back, when he is my trouble, my trouble,
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| To ask me to hit him, til words got out
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| He is a madman, he is my trouble,
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| He’s my sadness, he is my burden
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| And the women, they sing in their low keys
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| They sing how did they get here, I wish they could carry me over the waters
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| But I cannot say anything, this is a secret,
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| You took me out here, you walked on a limb for me
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| He is my sadness, he’s my trouble
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| It’s not right now, he’s my burden
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| When he’s my trouble
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| I was your lover, I was your lover
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| And now he’s over land and seas
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| Now he’s over land and seas. |
| he’s my burden |