| I broke my toes
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| Coz when I’m sad
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| I get as clumsy as a stupid clown
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| But you’re way too young to understand
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| And I’m way too desperate to be sane
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| So I fall for you like a fool for gold
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| Coz you look so pure and I love your voice
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| I can hear the cracks of your youthful heart
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| And it makes me wanna be
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| A part of that
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| Till I said
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| What’s there on your arm
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| You said don’t look, please don’t ask
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| I know you won’t like to know that
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| I’m a recovering addict and sometimes I relapse
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| But if I get sober
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| Would you swear to love me
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| If I get sober
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| Would you care for me
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| And as I was ready and didn’t care to doubt
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| The wheel has spin and left a drought
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| I thought I knew back then to never ever trust
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| Someone for who drugs come first
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| And I think there’s no love
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| But just proof of love
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| And you’ve just proved me
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| That you’d never care
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| And it’s been raining now for 3 days straight
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| As a sad reflect of my sorry state
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| And I remember you said with me you felt
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| The best that you’ve ever ever felt
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| And I think that no drugs can replace
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| The warmth and tenderness that we embraced
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| And if you get sober
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| I will be here for you
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| If you get sober
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| I’ll be yours for good |