| How did you get here?
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| I’m drunk and confused
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| I tried to be patient with you
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| Yeah
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| High up, you’re falling back down
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| Trapped in a concept
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| Falsely accused
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| Misused, and misled
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| Bitch, I’m hoping you fucking rest in peace
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| Now the fact that I’m alone is fucking comforting
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| And I can’t seem to shake this fucking feeling in my…
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| Uh, cold shoulder, heart broken, misspoken
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| I’m cut open, the fingers in all my stab wounds
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| And if she could, she’d prolly dance
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| On my grave, inside my head
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| I see your face, I fucking hate
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| That I love you still
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| Yeah
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| Carry on, life flies, so just carry on
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| With this pain inside of my chest
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| Got no choice but to carry on, uh
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| Carry on, life flies, so just carry on
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| With this pain inside of my chest
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| Got no choice but to carry on, uh
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| Carry on, life flies, so just carry on
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| With this pain inside of my chest
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| Got no choice but to carry on, uh
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| Yeah
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| How did you get here?
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| I’m drunk and confused
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| I tried to be patient with you, yeah
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| High up, you fucked up bad |