| I threw away my reputation
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| One more song for the radio station
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| I’m bouncing off the walls again (whoa oh)
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| I’m looking like a fool again (whoa oh)
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| Waking up on the bathroom floor
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| Pull myself back together just to fall once more
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| And my heart’s beating out of my chest
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| And this town is still making me sick
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| And every penny from my last paycheck
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| I’ve blown it on you
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| I’m bouncing off the walls again (whoa oh)
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| And I’m looking like a fool again (whoa oh)
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| So go ahead and take a picture
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| And hang it up so you can tear me down
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| I don’t care
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| Cause I’m still here
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| And I’ve got nothing left to lose
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| With all the years I wasted on you
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| Momma and Daddy’s got the best cocaine
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| Ritalin’s never gonna feel the same
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| Twenty-four hours on an empty brain
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| I got my finger on the trigger and your in my way
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| I’m bouncing off the walls again (whoa oh)
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| And I’m looking like a fool again (whoa oh)
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| I threw away my reputation
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| One more song for the radio station
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| I’m bouncing off the walls again
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| And I’m looking like a fool again
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| I’m bouncing off the walls again
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| And I’m looking like a fool again
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| I’m bouncing off the walls again |