| Woke up wrapped up in myself
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| Bad headache and a dry mouth
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| I got blood on my hands and face
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| From your new friend who you let take my place
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| And I can’t decide whether to apologize or go on being dry inside
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| And I spend all my time hoping you’ll drop by
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| And you told me that «shit happens»
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| And «that's the way it’s gotta be.»
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| You preach about how your life’s gotten better
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| Why the fuck can’t that shit ever happen to me?
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| Alcohol and percocet
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| Smoky rooms and uninvited guests
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| I’m chopping up lines to get rest
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| Tattoo your name right across my chest
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| I remember the time when we got really high and saw blue lights flying by
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| And I’m still getting high, hoping you’ll drop by, because I’m the one for you
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| I’m the one for you |