| Lying awake, you cut me so deep
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| I woke with my face on the floorboards
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| Feels like I’m shedding my winter skin
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| They call me a fake, call me a freak
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| I’m coming up blank on the scoreboard
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| You really know how to break me in
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| Around and round and round we go
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| The scars are on my chin
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| Come pick me up and take me out
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| You get me high when I’ve been down
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| Straight through the windshield, off the hood
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| But it hurts so good
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| Take all my things and fuck my friends
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| Then I hope you do it all again
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| And leave me for dead just like you should
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| Oh, but it hurts so good
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| Everything aches, everything’s burns
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| The city’s so calm in the morning
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| You play my heart like it’s just a drum
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| Feeling regret, feeling so dumb
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| I saw the signs, got the warning
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| But call out my name and just watch me run
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| And every time around and round and round we go
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| I’m tired and I’m numb
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| Come pick me up and take me out
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| You get me high when I’ve been down
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| Straight through the windshield, off the hood
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| But it hurts so good
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| And take all my things and fuck my friends
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| And I hope you do it all again
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| And leave me for dead just like you should
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| But it hurts so good
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| And I’d try quit you if I could
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| But it hurts so good
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| … we’ll see the world for what it truly is
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| And we’ll slip into this happy state of nirvana
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| Which has been defined as
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| «Having just enough life to enjoy being dead»
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| Come pick me up and take me out
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| You get me high when I’ve been down
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| Straight through the windshield, off the hood
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| But it hurts so good
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| And take all my things and fuck my friends
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| And I hope you do it all again
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| And leave me for dead just like you should
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| But it hurts so good, yeah
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| Hurts so good, it’s good
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| And it’s good, yeah
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| I’d try to quit you if I could
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| But it hurts so good |