| You got so goddamn drunk you couldn’t stand
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| So I had to drive you home
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| You passed out by the first red light
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| So I didn’t know where to go
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| So I drove down every back road
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| Waiting for the sunlight to shine on your face
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| So you woke up, looked up at me
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| A smile from ear to ear
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| You said «oh I apologize
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| I could never handle beer»
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| So I took you back to your place, as you
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| Closed the door you said «next one’s on me»
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| So tell me who burned you with their cigarette
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| Who spilled all that wine on your wedding dress?
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| You’re so fucked up and I love it
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| You’re so obtuse but I love you anyway
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| (Ay, ay, ay, ay-yeah, ay-yeah)
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| You’re so fucked up but I love it
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| Dazed and confused but I love you anyway
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| (Ay, ay, ay, ay-yeah, ay-yeah)
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| I got so goddamn drunk 'cause I couldn’t stand
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| The way you talked to me
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| I said «oh I apologize
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| I ain’t what you want me to be»
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| So I told you, you were crazy
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| And you sat right up and said «I don’t agree»
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| That’s fine with me
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| So tell me who burned you with their cigarette
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| Who spilled all that wine on your wedding dress?
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| You’re so fucked up and I love it
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| You’re so obtuse but I love you anyway
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| (Ay, ay, ay, ay-yeah, ay-yeah)
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| You’re so fucked up but I love it
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| Dazed and confused but I love you anyway
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| (Ay, ay, ay, ay-yeah, ay-yeah)
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| Ripped dress, cigarettes, late on rent, styled mess, stress test
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| But goddamn, I love you anyway
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| I love you anyway
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| Bad news, loose screws, like a noose, high on fumes, takin' blues
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| But goddamn, I love you anyway
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| I love you anyway
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| You’re so fucked up and I love it
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| You’re so obtuse but I love you anyway
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| (Ay, ay, ay, ay-yeah, ay-yeah)
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| You’re so fucked up but I love it
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| Dazed and confused but I love you anyway
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| (Ay, ay, ay, ay-yeah, ay-yeah) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fucked Up , by - Young Rising Sons. Song from the album The Kids Will Be Fine, in the genre Альтернатива