| I’m running back to you,
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| keep running back to you.
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| This is where I lay,
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| I’ve been drunk for seven days.
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| I couldn’t tell the truth,
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| So I made up
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| Alibis to hide my dishonest life.
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| Wait, there’s something I can’t explain
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| So I’m giving in again.
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| All these desert nights
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| They keep me running back to you.
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| The fever takes ahold
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| I never thought I’d miss the cold.
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| This is how I know
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| That I’m still able
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| To feel my own insides,
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| Breathe in and think twice.
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| Wait, there’s something I can’t explain
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| So I’m giving in again.
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| All these desert nights
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| They keep me running back to you.
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| This isn’t my first mistake
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| There are things that I can’t undo.
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| But from this mess I’m in
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| I’m always running back to you.
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| I can’t stay here buried.
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| I can’t go on
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| Living with these
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| Alibis to hide my dishonest life.
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| Please forgive me,
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| There’s no where else to hide.
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| Wait, there’s something I can’t explain
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| So I’m giving in again.
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| All these desert nights
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| They keep me running back to you.
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| Wait, there’s something I can’t explain
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| So I’m giving in again.
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| All these desert nights
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| They keep me running back to you.
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| This isn’t my first mistake
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| There are things that I can’t undo.
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| And from this mess I’m in
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| I’m running back to you. |