| I’m drunk, bruised
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| I’m not OK and I haven’t been
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| And there’s no comfort to find in you
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| So much colder than you’ve ever been
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| November was never good to us
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| And the cold still bites my skin, lover
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| I never knew such emptiness, togetherness, restlessness…
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| I know I’ve been a bad one
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| But I’m fucked up for a reason
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| I know I’ve been a bad one
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| But I’m fucked up for a reason
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| And I won’t apologise
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| No I won’t apologise
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| Sometimes silence is crueller than words
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| And you whip me with your nothingness
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| Again and again and again
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| I stab that dagger in your side
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| Force you to bleed out all your pride
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| Ask for mercy, for mercy
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| I know I’ve been a bad one
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| But I’m fucked up for a reason
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| I know I’ve been a bad one
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| But I’m fucked up for a reason
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| And I won’t apologise
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| No I won’t apologise
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| All this broken glass
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| I think it’s time that I packed my bags
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| You can keep our couch
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| I think it’s time that I’m checking out
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| And this is shaking down
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| And I don’t think I can stick around
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| I’m drunk, bruised
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| I’m not OK and I haven’t been
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| I know I’ve been a bad one
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| But I’m fucked up for a reason
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| I know I’ve been a bad one
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| But I’m fucked up for a reason
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| And I won’t apologise
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| No I won’t apologise
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| And I won’t apologise
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| No I won’t apologise |