| i’ve gotten good at kicking bad habits
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| it’s misunderstood as giving up, abandonment
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| or anything else that i’ve been accused of
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| cuz everyone forgets i used to feel love
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| but not any more, no i buried that weight
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| cuz the burden weighed more than my body could take
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| cuz when everybody hurts you it’s a smile that you fake
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| you never know how strong you are until you start to break
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| i’m twenty something and i’m still alive
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| self medication is how i get by
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| still listen to «nimrod» when i’m getting high
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| i’m twenty something, i’m doing just fine
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| so on this anniversary, ten years to date
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| i think of all my ex-lovers and the ones i couldn’t save
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| cuz if i’ve learned a thing i’m the one who had to change
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| you can’t rely on someone whose problems stay the same
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| and i’ve burnt down bridges, broke promises and lied
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| but i’m good at keeping secrets, hold loyalty up high
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| and i’ve got my best friends, try hard to protect them
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| from what i’ve become, all fucked up and numb
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| i’m twenty something and i’m still alive
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| self medication is how i get by
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| still listen to «nimrod» when i’m getting high
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| i’m twenty something, i’m doing just fine
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| i’m twenty something, i’m doing just fine
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| i’m twenty something and i’m still alive |