| My tears don’t fall
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| I’ll be waiting on that call
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| And I’ve been working non-stop (non-stop)
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| Yeah, I’ve been giving my all (I've been giving my all)
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| My conscience called
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| But I can’t seem to find the answers
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| «Will I fall?»
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| 'Cause I can’t take no losses
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| I got my back against the wall
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| They told us death was the only way out
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| So I’m sitting with doubts
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| While I’m mixing my drugs up
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| I’m tryna blackout
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| I’m tryna blackout
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| Popping pills to pick my pain
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| I wish it didn’t have to be this way
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| And I remember when she always used to say
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| That I will never ever make it anyway
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| My tears don’t fall (don't fall)
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| I’ll be waiting on that call (that call)
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| And I’ve been working non-stop (non-stop)
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| Yeah, I’ve been giving my all (I've been giving my all)
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| My conscience called (my conscience called)
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| But I can’t seem to find the answers
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| «Will I fall?»
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| 'Cause I can’t take no losses
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| I got my back against the wall
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| They told us death was the only way out
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| So I’m sitting with doubts
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| While I’m mixing my drugs up
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| I’m trying blackout
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| I’m trying blackout
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| Blackout
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| Mixing my drugs up
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| I’m trying blackout
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| I’m trying blackout
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| While I’m mixing my drugs up
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| I’m tryna blackout
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| I’m tryna blackout |