| Oh my god, you are so gone. |
| Your breath smells like Nyquil
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| Where the hell were you all fucking night
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| When this jealousy gets the best of me, babe you know I live for you
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| I’m so sick. |
| I’m so sick of being here
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| All the pain that wells and swells and stings me
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| Pain’s the only real thing you bring me
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| If you keep this up, I’ll keep it in
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| I still feel like I’m paying for our sins and you don’t care about shit…
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| SHE BLEEDS WHEN SHE GETS DRUNK!
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| SHE BLEEDS WHEN SHE GETS DRUNK!
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| Fierce Drinker:
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| I’d rather give your slutty sister three of my best
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| Than listen to you talk yourself in stupid circles
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| I’m so sick. |
| So let’s draw the shades
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| Could you dim the lights?
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| Spinning: music, party, drinking wine
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| Just cry the biggest lies you can’t tell. |
| You can’t tell
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| (Have you found the thing you love? Because…)
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| All the fucking time you know it takes you
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| And all the fucking time it breaks you
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| This is for every fucking thing that I don’t know
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| Pouring it on so thick makes you live so slow
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| This love is the best |