| I’m alright from Monday morning 'til Friday night
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| But we broke up on a weekend, and that’s when I start to slide
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| I’m striking up conversations with bartenders and strangers
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| Lighting up like I’m gonna live forever
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| I’m going back to the streets that we were drunk on
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| I’m on the wrong side of midnight, and I’m not going home
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| And now you’re gone, and I’ve gone off the deep end
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| Back to my old habits again
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| (My old habits)
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| I’ll find someone who makes me feel like you used to
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| (Oh, how you used to)
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| I’m feeling weak, I’m getting bored with every little thing I do
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| (Every little thing)
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| Start thinking nothing else matters, whisky working its magic
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| What a drag, I always thought we’d be together
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| I’m going back to the streets that we were drunk on
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| I’m on the wrong side of midnight, and I’m not going home
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| And now you’re gone, and I’ve gone off the deep end
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| Back to my old habits again
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| The same old story, and I know just how it ends
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| But at least it helps me, it’s (just) like a long lost friend
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| I’m falling back like nothing has changed
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| I’m going back to the streets that we were drunk on
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| I’m on the wrong side of midnight, and I’m not going home
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| Now you’re gone, and I’ve gone off the deep end
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| Now you’re gone, and I’ve gone off the deep end
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| Guess I’m back to my, my old habits again
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| Back to my old habits again |