| Your sister thinks that I’m a freak
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| She’s been ignoring my calls, we haven’t spoken in a week
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| I get so drunk that I can’t speak
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| Yeah, nothing’s working and our future’s looking bleak, and I say
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| Three beers and I’m so messed up
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| Get drunk and I can’t shut up
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| She says that I drink too much
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| I fucked up and she hates my guts
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| She says I need to grow up
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| I’m driving fast to get away
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| Doing one-eighty on the Don Valley Parkway
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| Yeah, I’d be better off dead
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| I don’t give a shit, I just don’t wanna die and I don’t want to live, I said
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| Three beers and I’m so messed up
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| Get drunk and I can’t shut up
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| She says that I drink too much
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| I fucked up and she hates my guts
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| She says I need to grow up
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| I drink till I’m staring at the ceiling
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| I’ll be just fine, I’m numb and losing feeling
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| I can’t tell lies anymore
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| Three beers and I’m so messed up
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| Get drunk and I can’t shut up
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| She says that I drink too much
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| I fucked up and she hates my guts
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| I just don’t know what to do
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| I’m still fucked up over you
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| She says that I drink too much
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| Hawaiian red fruit punch
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| She says I need to grow up |