| I’m waking up, it’s half past ten
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| And I can’t remember anything about the way we met
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| And if I ask you questions try to tag along
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| Because I need to be reminded of where it all went wrong
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| 'Cause I’m holding on to what I’ve got today
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| And maybe you’ll forget to walk away
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| But I thought I told you when
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| I can drink inside of hell
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| And I know there’s not a single way to fight it
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| Could you blame me for the tears
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| When you’ve never felt the fear?
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| And your mind is closing in without a way through
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| And now and then I like to dance and sing along
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| But I see through all the emptiness
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| To fool myself no more
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| So I’ll try to take you back with open arms
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| To hold me on the wagon when I fall
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| But I thought I told you when
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| I can drink inside of hell
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| And I know there’s not a single way to fight it
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| Could you blame me for the tears
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| When you’ve never felt the fear?
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| And your mind is closing in without a way through
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| 'Cause I’m holding on to what I’ve got today
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| And maybe you’ll forget to walk away
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| Without you, my crutch, I’ll surely disappear
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| And with a puff of smoke I’ll go and you’ll be clear
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| 'Cause I’m holding on to what I’ve got today
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| And maybe you’ll forget to walk away
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| But I thought I told you when
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| I can drink inside of hell
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| And I know there’s not a single way to fight it
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| Could you blame me for the tears
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| When you’ve never felt the fear?
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| And your mind is closing in without a way through |