| Less than three, less than two, less than one
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| Less than zero
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| If you’re me, what you do when you’re done
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| Is cry
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| Don’t leave me alone with myself
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| Yeah, turns out I’m a troubled guy
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| More than this, I can’t say at this time
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| Incrimination
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| Of myself and the way I’m designed
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| To deny
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| I can hardly live with myself
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| Yeah, turns out I’m a troubled guy
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| Turns out I’m trouble
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| My trashcan heart just rattles 'round
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| I promise you I’m nothing but trouble
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| You got to turn me down
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| We had days, we had weeks, we had months
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| We had lifetimes
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| In a way, we had peace, more than once
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| In a while
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| Oh, I can’t barely care for myself
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| Yeah, it turns out I’m a troubled guy
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| Turns out I’m trouble
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| But I’ll pick you up and drive you 'round
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| Oh, can’t you see I’m nothing but trouble?
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| You got to turn me down
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| You got to turn me down
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| Ashtray on a nightstand by a bed engulfed in flames
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| I ain’t kickin' ass, I’m only takin' names
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| Of all the decent-hearted women I made cry
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| Turns out I’m a troubled guy
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| Turns out I’m a troubled guy
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| You’ve got to turn me down
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| You’ve got to turn me down
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| Please don’t turn me down |