| Nobody wants to sit next to me
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| Just a loner on the back of the bus
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| There’s a jet to the left of me
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| But everyone would rather be stood up
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| I’ve been awake for nearly a hundred days
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| The bars opened up for me to file for divorse
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| There’s makeup smeared across my T-shirt
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| When I arise with… dirty lips
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| So is this staying awake too long
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| I’m drinking just because it’s there
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| My feet are burried beneath bottles
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| And I’ve got pins stick in hair
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| Everyone thinks I’m looking after
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| Myself but I woke up in this shirt
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| My eyes have glued themselves together
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| And it hurts to see an empty purse
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| I’ve been awake for nearly a hundered days
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| My bank account and I have filed for divorce
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| Every weeks a struggle to pay my way
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| Being stuck inside the house just being bored
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| So is this staying awake too long
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| I’m drinking just because it’s there
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| My feet are burried beneath bottles
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| And I felt pins stick in my hair
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| So is this staying awake too long
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| I’m drinking just because it’s there
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| My feet are burried beneath bottles
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| And I felt pins stick in my hair |