| What if I told you that I got sober?
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| That I got older?
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| That I got that tattoo off my shoulder
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| That I’m strong again, I’m fun again, would you love me then?
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| What if you saw me, what if you hate me?
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| What if I’m failing? |
| Or mentally ill? |
| Would you call me crazy?
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| Would you let me in, would you let me in, would you love me then?
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| I told you that my whole life, could have sworn I would die young
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| My last words, twenty two years on my tongue
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| I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck
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| You know that I spend long nights brain fried, talking too much
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| I’m a booze-bag, do-bad, burnout, dead drunk
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| Yeah, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck
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| Whoa
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| Whoa
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| Whoa, whoa
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| It’s not your fault that my brain is vacant
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| That the world is trash and my dumb ass just got completely wasted
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| You washed your hands of all my sins, have I lost you then?
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| Sometimes I hate it, my lack of patience
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| How sometimes love feels like a noun in some new foreign language
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| And now my heart is bent and worn so thin, can you sew the skin?
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| I told you that my whole life, could have sworn I would die young
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| My last words, twenty two years on my tongue
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| I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck
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| You know that I spend long nights brain fried, talking too much
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| I’m a booze-bag, do-bad, burnout, dead drunk
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| Yeah, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck
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| Whoa
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| Whoa
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| Whoa, whoa
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| So if you look back, and you hate my past
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| Just know I’m doing everything that I can
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| I’m doing everything that I can
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| And if you look back, and can’t stand my ass
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| I swear I’m doing everything that I can
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| I’m doing everything that I can
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| I told you that my whole life, could have sworn I would die young
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| My last words, twenty two years on my tongue
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| I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck
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| You know that I spend long nights brain fried, talking too much
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| I’m a booze-bag, do-bad, burnout, dead drunk
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| I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck |