| Why do I feel like killing myself with this love?
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| Why do I drown my sorrow inside of the clubs?
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| Why must I do these things to hurt just to feel alive?
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| Maybe my icons are desperate, may be why
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| I’m not afraid to tell God I’m a troubled soul
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| Trouble is how I ride all this shit, so I guess he knows
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| I made a living off of gravediggin'
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| I’m a stone setter with no diamonds just one in the rough
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| So put two in my cup, I’m downtrodden, ridin'
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| I can’t see you again
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| Too many drinks again
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| (Over again, over again, over again, over again)
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| Too many drinks again
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| (Over again, over again, over again, over again)
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| I can’t see you again
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| (Over again, over again, over again)
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| Too many drinks
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| Scarred from what the knife brung, beauty cuts deep
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| Especially tonight, yeah, especially
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| I walked the broken line 'til I reach a deep trench
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| Swim across the risky river, no defense
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| Dark days, baby boy, no lights on
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| I braved the alleyways, cold grip, python
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| Braced myself for impact with the beer back
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| A crooked reflection, even though the mirror’s flat
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| Molotov cocktail to my ether, hot flash
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| Nightmare, sweat stains in the sheets, yeah, it’s a dream state
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| Hell’s fire is a deep lake and the devil is a cheap date
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| He’s a cheap date, cheap date, cheap date
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| I can’t see you again
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| Too many drinks again
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| (Over again, over again, over again, over again)
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| Too many drinks again
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| (Over again, over again, over again, over again)
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| I can’t see you again
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| (Over again, over again, over again)
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| Too many drinks
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| DJ Klever, bitch
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| Uh
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| Let’s go |