| It hasn’t rained yet, but it’s coming,
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| The air is New Orleans in the summer.
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| Been told I shouldn’t say the places and names,
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| But if you leave out all the details isn’t everything the same?
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| We’ve all got bad habits, have some damn good times,
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| Maybe we broke some hearts and wasted some daylight.
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| We probably should know better by now,
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| But old habits die hard, we’re still walking around.
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| Almost nobody cares about what you feel,
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| Only what you accomplish becomes real.
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| Still I’ve been crippled by my anxiety,
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| But I guess it’s better to be wrong in the pursuit of being free.
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| We’ve all got bad habits, have some damn good times,
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| Maybe we broke some hearts and wasted some daylight.
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| We probably should know better by now,
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| But old habits die hard, we’re still walking around.
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| I’ve heard the chains of habit are too weak to be felt,
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| Until they’re too strong to be broken, but I’m not sure how that helps.
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| We’ve all got bad habits, have some damn good times,
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| Maybe we broke some hearts and wasted some daylight.
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| We probably should know better by now,
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| But old habits die hard, we’re still walking around.
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| We’ve all got bad habits, have some damn good times,
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| Maybe we broke some hearts and wasted some daylight.
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| We probably should know better by now,
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| But old habits die hard, we’re still walking around. |