| Lying so awake, things I can’t escape
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| Lately, I just turn 'em into demons
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| Flowing to the sun, fucking heroin
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| Lately I just turn 'em into reasons, but it refuses
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| Always down, I’m not up
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| Guess it’s just my rotten luck
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| To fill my time with permanent gloom
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| But I can’t see above it
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| Guess I fucking love it
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| But, oh, I didn’t mean to
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| I see everything, I see everything
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| Don’t you tell me now that I don’t want it
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| But I did everything, I did everything
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| White lines on a mirror, in a song (Woo!)
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| Funny how they think, us not even on the brink
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| Innocence was fleeting like a season
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| Cannot comprehend, lost so many men
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| Lately, all the ghosts turned into reasons and excuses
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| Always down, I’m not up
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| Guess it’s just my rotten luck
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| To fill my time with permanent gloom
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| But I can’t see above it
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| Guess I fucking love it
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| But, oh, I didn’t mean to
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| I see everything, I see everything
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| Don’t you tell me now that I don’t want it
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| But I did everything, I did everything
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| White lines on a mirror, in a song (Woo!)
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| I see everything, I see everything
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| Don’t you tell me now that I don’t want it
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| But I did everything, I did everything
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| White lines on a mirror, in a song (Woo!) |