| Sometimes I wake up in the mornin'
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| Sometimes I dream some more
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| I keep my wounds without a bandage, baby
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| As I come stumblin' through the door
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| Spend my nights in dislocation
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| Talkin' to spirits on the floor
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| I think I came to find a feelin', baby
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| Between what was mine and what was yours
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| And I came to get hurt
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| (Get hurt)
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| Might as well do your worst to me
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| (Get hurt)
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| Have you come here to get hurt?
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| (Get hurt)
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| Have you come to take away from me?
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| From me, from me Might as well do your worst to me
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| I think I’m gonna move to California
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| Momma can you say a prayer for me?
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| (Say a prayer for me)
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| I heard they don’t get so lowdown
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| I heard they never bleed
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| Not like we bleed
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| And I came to get hurt
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| (Get hurt)
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| Might as well do your worst to me
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| (Get hurt)
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| Have you come here to get hurt?
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| (Get hurt)
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| Have you come to take away from me?
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| From me, from me Might as well do your worst to me And it gets pretty late
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| And the stations will change
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| And the things once in order
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| Now seem so strange
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| Once I could tell all the hurt apart from myself
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| Now all I can see is the need, the need that
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| I came to get hurt
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| (Get hurt)
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| Might as well do your worst to me
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| (Get hurt)
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| Have you come here to get hurt?
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| (Get hurt)
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| Have you come to take away from me?
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| From me, from me Might as well do your worst to me And maybe you needed a change
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| And maybe I was in the way
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| Maybe some things they stay
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| And some things go away
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| And maybe I was mine
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| And maybe you were not the same |