| I’m condemned, I’m condemned
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| Oh, my heart is on the mend
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| Nobody gives a damn about me
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| You can tell me that you love me 'til your little lungs turn blue
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| But I’m always alone when I fall asleep
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| And the girls that walk downtown are like some stars that fell to earth
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| They like the veins in my arms, the story in my hurt
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| The boys they always tell me that my words get 'em by
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| They can tell how much I mean it by the bloodshot in my eye
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| So don’t try to make it my fault
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| If you plan on leaving don’t come at all
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| Lord knows no glory in the fall
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| If no one’s around at the end of it all
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| I’m condemned, I’m condemned
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| Oh, my heart is on a mend
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| Looking for somebody who can save me
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| I’m condemned, I’m condemned
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| Just like all my worthless friends
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| Waiting on the wind to set us free
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| Well, the debt that I’ve been after
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| All the booze and all the laughter
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| I guess that’s just what makes us who we are
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| And the people that we lose
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| And the battles that we choose
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| Have you pining for something too damn far
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| So don’t try to make it my fault
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| If you plan on leaving don’t come at all
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| Lord knows no glory in the fall
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| If no one’s around at the end of it all
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| I’m condemned, I’m condemned
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| Oh, my heart is on the mend
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| Nobody gives a damn about me
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| You can tell me that you love me 'til your little lungs turn blue
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| But I’m always alone when I fall asleep
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| Don’t try to make it my fault
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| If you plan on leaving, don’t come at all
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| Lord knows no glory in the fall
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| If no one’s around at the end of it all
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| I’m condemned, I’m condemned
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| Oh, my heart is on the mend
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| Nobody gives about a damn about me
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| You can tell me that you love me 'til your little lungs turn blue
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| But I’m always alone when I fall asleep |