| I’m sick of losing out on life’s bets
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| Putting lips to half smoked cigarettes
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| This is not a cry
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| These are just my thoughts on suicide
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| So this is the last time I’m giving you my all
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| And I’m predicting a landslide as you watch this coward fall
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| Cause I’ve been afraid for so long
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| To show you who I am
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| Cause I know that you won’t like me when I do
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| And I’m tired of being the pawn in their petty little scams
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| I’ll be a bag of bones when they’re through
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| I’ll hold the door
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| Listen up for playback
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| They’re wanting more but damn they’re always saying that
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| I’ve been created right before your very eyes
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| Well I’m sick of breathing just to fight this feeling
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| And I’ve grown tired with weary eyes
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| And I’m over the stealing
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| Of the things that I’ve needed
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| Well I’m admired but I wanna die
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| Cheers to the down and outs
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| A broken song
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| A broken home
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| Filthy habits and a name that nobody knows
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| Wake up every morning feeling like shit
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| And you try, and you try
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| But you can’t help it
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| This is the last time I’m giving you my all
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| And I’m predicting a landslide as you watch this coward fall
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| Cheers to the down and outs (x3)
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| Cheers to every down and out like me
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| Well I’m sick of breathing just to fight this feeling
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| And I’ve grown tired with weary eyes
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| And I’m over the stealing
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| Of the things that I’ve needed
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| Well I’m admired but I wanna die
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| Cheers to the down and outs |