| Hello again, how have you been?
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| You never seem to have much to say
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| I’ve been awake for a week
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| I’m trying not to sleep
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| And you drain every little bit of me away
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| And you know I ain’t doing too well
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| But I’ve found a few things that help
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| I black out in a bar
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| I get high in my car
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| I drive 'round in circles
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| 'Till I’m seeing stars
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| I get so fucked up to forget who you are
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| I dumb down my head so I can’t feel my heart pound
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| And I black out
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| Black out
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| I think it through the day
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| That I ain’t suffocating
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| And argue Lebron with my friends
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| And when I polish off a handle
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| I laugh and I ramble
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| 'Bout anything other than what I been holding in
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| And most of the time it hurts
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| But I’ve found a few things that work
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| I black out in a bar
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| I get high in my car
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| I drive 'round in circles
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| 'Till I’m seeing stars
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| I get so fucked up to forget who you are
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| I dumb down my head so I can’t feel my heart pound
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| And I black out
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| I black out
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| You know I ain’t doing too well
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| But I’ve found a few things that help
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| I black out in a bar
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| I get high in my car
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| I drive 'round in circles
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| 'Till I’m seeing stars
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| I get so fucked up to forget who you are
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| I dumb down my head so I can’t feel my heart pound
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| And I black out
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| Black out |