| Feel like I’m just passing by
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| Its not love it’s just a guy
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| And it’s got me feeling right for the night but
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| In the morning when he’s gone
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| I’m alone with all my thoughts
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| So I gotta drink em up till I’m numb
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| And
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| Ooh
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| It’s never enough, pass me the cup
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| Got nowhere to run, so pour me another one
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| I’m taking it all
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| I’m getting lost
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| I’m making a fool of myself
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| With all these
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| Vices
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| I really don’t know why I’m like this
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| And I just don’t care what the price is
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| Cuz I need these vices (oh)
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| If it’s not drugs it’s drinks
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| If it’s not drinks it’s things
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| If it’s not things it’s people
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| Places I don’t want to be
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| These vices
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| Is it okay I’m not okay?
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| I don’t sleep too much these days
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| And I hate being awake when the sun’s out
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| Lock my door and shut the blinds
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| They can’t see my bloodshot eyes
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| I got habits I can’t hide in the light and
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| Ooh
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| It’s never enough, pass me the cup
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| I got nowhere to run, so pour me another one
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| I’m taking it all
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| I’m getting lost
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| I’m making a fool of myself
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| With all these
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| Vices
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| I really don’t know why I’m like this
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| And I just don’t care what the price is
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| Cuz I need these vices (oh)
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| If it’s not drugs it’s drinks
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| If it’s not drinks it’s things
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| If it’s not things it’s people, places I don’t want to be
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| These vices
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| And I just don’t care what the price is
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| I’m tryna fill up the silence
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| With all
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| These vices (oh)
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| Burning through a cigarette
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| Got somebody in my bed
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| But I’m still just in my head, in my head and
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| All the signs are turning red
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| And I’m starting to regret, and I’m starting to regret
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| To regret these
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| Vices
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| I really don’t know why I’m like this
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| And I just don’t care what the price is
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| Cuz I need these vices (oh)
|
| If it’s not drugs it’s drinks
|
| If it’s not drinks it’s things
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| If it’s not things it’s people, places I don’t want to be
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| These vices
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| And I just don’t care what the price is
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| I’m tryna fill up the silence with all
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| These vices (oh) |