| My heart keeps beatin' and I’m gettin' scared
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| A pound, pound thumpin' tryna' make me care
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| My heart keeps beatin' and I’m gettin' scared
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| There’s a hole in my consciousness where I feel I belong
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| Where’d it go?
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| Oh, for now:
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| My mind is dead (My lungs on fire)
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| My eyes are red (I'm young and tired)
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| I sit alone and watch the hours
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| What could be better?
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| My heart keeps beatin' and I’m gettin' scared
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| The sound hound’s somethin' raisin' up my hair
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| My heart keeps beatin' and I’m gettin' scared
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| There’s a hole in my consciousness where I feel I belong
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| Where’d it go?
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| Oh, for now:
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| My mind is dead (My lungs on fire)
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| My eyes are red (I'm young and tired)
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| I sit alone and watch the hours
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| What could be better?
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh better
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Mr. Bartend, oh how lovely
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| Good to see you. |
| Can you tell me?
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| (I can tell there’s something in your eye)
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| Mr. Bartend, how you’ve helped me
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| Would you be so, so proud of me?
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| (There's a certain smell that you can’t hide)
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| Mr. Bartend, how you’ve helped me
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| Good to see you. |
| Can you tell me?
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| (I can tell there’s something in your eye)
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| Mr. Bartend, oh how lovely
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| Would you be so, so proud of me?
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| (There's a certain smell that you can’t hide)
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| Mr. Bartend, how you’ve helped me
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| Good to see you. |
| Can you tell me?
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| My mind is dead (My lungs on fire)
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| My eyes are red (I'm young and tired)
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| I sit alone and watch the hours
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| What could be better?
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh better
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh |