| A pick me up then hose you down
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| You can see it on my face
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| Try to walk, it kicks your legs,
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| And lands you in your grave.
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| All the things i try to say, i’m spilling on my shirt.
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| But pretty girls on cocaine keep lifting up their skirts.
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| Everywhere i go,
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| what the fuck am i doing here?
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| What’s anybody doing here?
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| Is there anybody new in here?
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| And everytime i see you, i think about you still,
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| i know were not together, but it’s cool while you’re here.
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| Empty out the picture frames, i can see them on your shelf
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| A cold cloud that hangs around, is pouring out your health.
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| The same songs still plays along, just try and forget its there,
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| Hold all the things i once loved, and watch them disappear.
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| Everywhere i go,
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| what the fuck am i doing here?
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| What’s anybody doing here?
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| Is there anybody new in here?
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| And everytime i see you, i think about you still,
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| i know were not together, but it’s cool while you’re here.
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| (i get lost sometimes) (i get lost)
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| Where tripping on each other and its tearing up our boots
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| Our souls are in for better but were used to the abuse
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| You always know just when to talk, and what to talk about
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| now all the shit you never said, is spilling out your mouth
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| Everywhere i go
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| what the fuck am i doing here?
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| What’s anybody doing here?
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| Is there anybody new in here?
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| And everytime i see you, i think about you still,
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| i know were not together, but it’s cool while you’re here.
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| (i get lost sometimes) (i get lost) |