| Monday morning you woke up crying
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| The outcome of a stupid line oh-oh
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| Said by some punk-ass on the street
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| It wasn’t me, it wasn’t you
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| It wasn’t anybody you knew is it
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| Your old friend insecurity?
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| The one companion that stuck by your side since you were born
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| Tuesday night you were in a fight
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| The same old argument black and white
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| It’s something that’s eating your inside
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| It’s not the food, it’s not the booze
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| It isn’t anything consumed so is it
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| Becoming a problem you can’t hide?
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| So every time you thought that you were wrong you were right
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| The devil on your shoulder gives you strenght in paranoia
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| The countless times you called a few
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| Your best friend till the end of time
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| They’ll always be there by your side
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| Solidify conditions you’ve abused
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| What that means you’ll never have a clue
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| More than just a life long friend
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| No social life I guess we can pretend
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| It’s not like I care but anyway
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| You always wanna leave, you never wanna stay
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| Cause you think if you drink too much then you will lose it
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| You’ll drink your security away
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| The one companion that stuck by your side since you were born
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| The little voice inside your head, annoying and confusing
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| That somehow tells you what to do
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| Socially you’ve lost your mind and basically you’re out of time
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| You try to build so much it breaks on you
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| What that means you’ll never have a clue |