| I sing songs about loving my life
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| But today I just don’t have the energy
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| I’ve thinking about leaving this life
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| 'Cause these bruises inside, don’t feel real to me
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| How intriguing the dullness
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| That swallows your soul
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| To the strength of a wet paper bag
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| How deceiving the notion
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| I cannot control my own life
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| So I’m choosing my death
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| But I’m still here, I’m still here
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| I’m still here, I’m still here
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| I’m still here, I’m still here
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| I’m still here, I’m still here
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| I’ve got numbers for friends I don’t like
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| And I’ve got numbers on most of my enemies
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| I’ve got one thing to say before I’m drunk again
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| Oh, it burns, oh it hurts and it burns
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| How intriguing the dullness
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| That swallows your soul
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| To the strength of a wet paper bag
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| How deceiving the notion
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| I cannot control my own life
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| So I’m choosing my death
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| But I’m still here, I’m still here
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| I’m still here, I’m still here
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| I’m still here, I’m still here
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| I’m still here, I’m still here… |