| We’re getting better
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| Yeah crashing harder
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| Can’t get passed it
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| Life’s still a bastard
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| We’re getting better
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| Yeah crashing harder
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| Can’t get passed it
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| Life’s still a bastard
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| In my head
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| Sometimes it’s loud and I can’t get to sleep
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| Without the feeling of missing something oh so sweet
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| Like you never said to me
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| So go on, say it to me
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| I thrashed my memory on the pile of drinks you see in front of me
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| I’m feeling far from clean
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| I burnt a hole right through my gut
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| So while I wretch and spit up blood
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| I’ll say «nothing's ever good enough»
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| We’re getting better
|
| Yeah crashing harder
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| Can’t get passed it
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| Life’s still a bastard
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| We’re getting better
|
| Yeah crashing harder
|
| Can’t get passed it
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| Life’s still a bastard
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| Can you feel it?
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| The age and everything that we could’ve been
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| The losing feeling of missing everything so sweet
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| Like we never got to be
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| I thrashed my memory on the pile of drinks you see in front of me
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| I’m feeling far from clean
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| I burnt a hole right through my gut
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| So while I wretch and spit up blood |
| I’ll say «nothing's ever good enough»
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| Crashing harder
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| Getting better
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| Crashing harder
|
| Getting better
|
| I thrashed my memory on the pile of drinks you see in front of me
|
| I’m feeling far from clean
|
| I burnt a hole right through my gut
|
| So while I wretch and spit up blood
|
| I’ll say «nothing's ever good enough»
|
| I thrashed my memory on the pile of drinks you see in front of me
|
| I’m feeling far from clean
|
| I burnt a hole right through my gut
|
| So while I wretch and spit up blood
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| I’ll say «nothing's ever good enough» |