| Those 3 plus years, I was so proud of
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| And I threw 'em all away for 2 Styrofoam cups
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| The irony, everyone will think that he lied to me
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| Made my sobriety so public, there’s no fuckin' privacy
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| If I don’t talk about it then I carry a date
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| 08−10−08, that now has been changed
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| And everyone that put me in some box as a saint
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| That I never was, just a false prophet that never came
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| And will they think that everything that I’ve written has all been fake
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| Or will I just take my slip to the grave?
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| Uh, what the fuck are my parents gonna say?
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| The success story that got his life together and changed
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| And you know what pain looks like
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| When you tell your dad you relapsed then look him directly into his face
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| Deceit on your shoulders, deceivingly heavy weight
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| Haven’t seen tears like this on my girl
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| In a while the trust that I once built’s been betrayed
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| But I’d rather live telling the truth and be judged for my mistakes
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| Than falsely held up, given props, loved and praised
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| I guess I gotta get this on the page
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| Feeling sick and helpless, lost the compass where self is
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| I know what I gotta do and I can’t help it
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| One day at a time is what they tell us
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| Now I gotta find a way to tell them
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| God help 'em
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| Yeah, one day at a time is what they tell us
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| Now I gotta find a way to tell them
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| We fall so hard
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| Now we gotta get back what we lost… lost
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| I thought you’d go
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| But you were with me all along… along
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| And every kid that came up to me
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| And said I was the music they listened to when they first got clean
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| Now look at me, a couple days sober
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| I’m fighting demons
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| Back of that meeting on the east side
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| Shaking tweakin', hope that they don’t see it
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| Hope that no one is looking
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| That no one recognizes that failure under that hoodie
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| Was posted in the back with my hands crossed shooken
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| If they call on me I’m passing, if they talk to me I’m looking at the door
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| But before I can make it somebody stops me and says, «Are you Macklemore?
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| Maybe this isn’t the place or time
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| I just wanted to say that if it wasn’t for «Otherside"I wouldn’t have made it.»
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| I just looked down at the ground and say, «Thank you.»
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| She tells me she has 9 months and that she’s so grateful
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| Tears in her eyes, looking like she’s gonna cry, fuck
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| I barely got 48 hours, treated like I’m some wise monk
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| I wanna tell her I relapsed but I can’t
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| I just shake her hand and tell her congrats
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| Get back to my car and I think I’m tripping, yeah
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| 'Cause God wrote «Otherside», that pen was in my hand
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| I’m just a flawed man, man I fucked up up
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| Like so many others I just never thought I would
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| I never thought I would, didn’t pick up the book
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| Doin' it by myself, didn’t turn out that good
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| If I can be an example of getting sober
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| Then I can be an example of starting over
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| If I can be an example of getting sober
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| Then I can be an example of starting over
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| We fall so hard
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| Now we gotta get back what we lost… lost
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| I thought you’d go
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| But you were with me all along… along
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| We fall so hard
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| Now we gotta get back what we lost… lost |