| I’ve torn down a dirt road knowing that I wasn’t supposed to leave
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| Left an F5 mile wide hell of a lot of hurt behind me
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| I can’t count the times I’ve left the bottle empty
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| Chasing down a buzz
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| I lost myself in places that I know I shouldn’t have been
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| Like a broken record spinning ‘round I found trouble again
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| I’ve refused some, used some
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| When everybody wanted to be my friend
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| It was like a drug
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| Oh but these days
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| I’m digging in and getting real with all my mistakes
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| Going easy on myself and finding my way
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| I ain’t there yet
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| I’m still a little bit messed up
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| But I’m better than I was
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| I broke apart and stole some hearts that were never mine
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| In my life I’ve learned there’s no such thing as a straight line
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| I weave in and out and on a on a good day I might get it right
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| Yeah I’m better than I was
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| Oh but these days
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| I’m digging in and getting real with all my mistakes
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| Going easy on myself and finding my way
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| I ain’t there yet
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| I’m still a little bit messed up
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| But I’m better than I was
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| Oh but these days
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| I’m digging in and getting real with all my mistakes
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| Going easy on myself and finding my way
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| I ain’t there yet
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| I’m still a little bit messed up
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| But I’m better than I was |