| And so I’m bruised and beaten
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| Wake up from the floor that I’ve
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| been sleeping
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| Next to the radio that you broke
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| Yea the hits just keep on coming
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| Summer skies alibi December lies
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| Nothing like a party to get you drunk and make you start a fight
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| I see the DJ look away
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| when you say you went home
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| The turntables turn the tables
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| You confess you weren’t alone
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| And it just hit me
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| That’s all my mistakes
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| Could never add up to the only one
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| that you just made
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| And all my headaches
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| Will never compare to the biggest one that you just gave
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| So I’m broken, bleeding
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| From this mouth you said
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| was no use keeping
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| And it’s not so good so far
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| Your lipstick stains my neck
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| and gives me a new scar
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| Summer skies alibi December lies
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| Nothing like a party to get you drunk and make you start a fight
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| I see the DJ look away
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| when you say you went home
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| The turntables turn the tables
|
| You confess you weren’t alone
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| And it just hit me
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| All my bruises are all I have to show
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| And all along I had nowhere else to go
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| Like your dagger stuck inside I’m stuck
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| Stuck inside some makeshift reality
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| where you meant the world to me
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| But finally getting free
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| and it just hit me |