| I don't feel myself in the daytime
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| Late night, I'm late night
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| No, I don't feel myself in the daytime
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| Everything is too real, bright lights
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| I've been pushing ninety-five, I'm headed to the ocean
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| I've been drinking, smoking, smoking, drinking, drinking, smoking
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| And it's good 'cause it's bad, cuts and it kills
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| But I'm sick of how it feels
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| Don't you know I'm hurting on purpose?
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| Don't you know I'm hurting on purpose?
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| Don't believe what lies on the surface
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| I'm in love, I'm in love with the pain
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| Don't you know I'm
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| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| What?
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| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| (Don't you know I'm)
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| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| What?
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| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| Don't you know I'm
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| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| What?
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| What? |
| What? |
| What?
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| I don't feel alive in the middle
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| High, low, I'm high, low
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| I don't feel alive in the middle
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| Not even just a little bit
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| Back, forth
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| I've been smoking, drinking, drinking, smoking, smoking, drinking
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| I've been doing what I shouldn't 'til my mind ain't thinking
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| And it's good 'cause it's bad, cuts and it kills
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| But I'm sick of how it feels
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| Don't you know I'm hurting on purpose?
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| Don't you know I'm hurting on purpose?
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| Lately though, that shit isn't working
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| Had enough, had enough of the pain
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| Don't you know I'm
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| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| What?
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| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| (Don't you know I'm)
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| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| What?
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| What? |
| What? |
| What?
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| Don't you know I'm hurting on purpose?
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| Don't you know I'm |