| These blood shot eyes, they don’t compromise
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| And this dry cottonmouth, spits out words she can’t figure out
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| And I’m drowning on my bed, and the phone falls out of reach
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| We’ll I am like a dead man washed upon the beach
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| Hold my head down under water
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| And pull me up just to watch me suffer
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| Headlights from your car
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| Chase the shadows on my wall that kept me comfort
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| But she loves to watch me suffer
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| And these blood shot eyes, they don’t recognize
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| And the look on your face, you always seem so damn out of place
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| And I’m crashed on your bed, and your hand falls out of reach
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| I am like a dead man washed upon the beach
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| Hold my head down under water
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| And pull me up just to watch me suffer
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| Headlights from your car
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| Chase the shadows on my wall that kept me comfort
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| We’ll I am on my last nerve in case you haven’t heard
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| I burn with every word
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| I close my eyes, you kick me in the side
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| But I am still alive, I am still alive, I said I’m still alive
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| Hold my head down under water
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| And pull me up just to watch me sufferr
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| She holds my head down under water
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| But she pulls me up just to watch me suffer
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| I am what she thinks that I am I’ve become her dead man |