God, this shit is fucked up
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God, this shit is fucked up
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Hands around my neck, every night we’re getting too drunk
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Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god this shit is fucked up
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Hands around my neck, every night we’re getting too drunk
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Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god this shit is fucked up
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Bands around my neck, I’m just struggling to stay up
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Water in my breath, I’m still swallowing the salt but
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Grasping for new air, smoking lungs filled with ash dust
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Electric turned off for about two weeks, fuck
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Hands around my neck, every night we’re getting too drunk
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Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god this shit is fucked up
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Hands around my neck, every night we’re getting too drunk
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Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god this shit is fucked up
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Hands around my neck, every night we’re getting too drunk
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Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god this shit is fucked up
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Hands around my neck, every night we’re getting too drunk
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Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god this shit is fucked up
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I know we’ll wake up in the morning Telling each other were sorry
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Sick to my stomach, throw up in the toilet
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Caught up on each others Snap stories
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Hands around my neck, every night were getting too drunk
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Bruises on my chest, swear to god this shit is fucked up
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Hands around my neck, every night we’re getting too drunk
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Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god this shit is fucked up
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Hands around my neck, every night we’re getting too drunk
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Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god this shit is fucked up
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Hands around my neck, every night we’re getting too drunk
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Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god this shit is fucked up
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Hands around my neck, every night we’re getting too drunk
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Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god this shit is fucked up
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Hands around my neck, every night we’re getting too drunk
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Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god this shit is fucked up
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Hands around my neck, every night we’re getting too drunk
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Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god this shit is fucked up
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Hands around my neck, every night we’re getting too drunk
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Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god this shit is fucked up
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Hands around my neck, every night we’re getting too drunk
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Bruises on my chest, yeah, I swear to god this shit is fucked up
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God, this shit is fucked up
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God, this shit is fucked up |