| Every other night
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| When the last light of your life hits your eyes
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| Every other night
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| There’s a feeling that we’re bound to make it right
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| But I need a ghostwriter
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| To make my words brighter
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| 'Cause every single day
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| I lean over to the shadows
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| Don’t slip in our footsteps, ooh
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| 'Cause we’re running with the devil
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| Don’t slide into regrets, ooh
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| There’s too much to unravel
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| I was brave and gave you a promise
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| From now on I would only be honest
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| Kicking myself in the morning
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| Kicking myself at night
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| Every other day
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| When you open up you eyes and check your head
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| Every other day
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| When you wake up and regret the things you’ve said
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| I need a hard reminder
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| Or the thickest blinders
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| 'Cause every other night
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| I believe that we can make it
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| Don’t slip in our footsteps, ooh
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| 'Cause we’re running with the devil
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| Don’t slide into regrets, ooh
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| There’s too much to unravel
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| There’s a map, there’s a path through the madness
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| But the dirt snaps back like a magnet
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| Kicking myself in the morning
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| Kicking myself at night
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| Kicking myself in the morning
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| Kicking myself at night
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| Kicking myself in the morning
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| Kicking myself at night
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| Kicking myself in the morning
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| Kicking myself at night
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| Kicking myself in the morning
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| Kicking myself at night |