| Early morning, hear you creepin'
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| Losing my head, baby, where have you been?
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| Far away, so far away
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| Yeah, I’m thinkin' you been drinkin'
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| I let it sink in, baby, when I say you’re not the same
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| No, not the same
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| I swear to God I won’t see you again
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| Everytime that we fight
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| The smell of the liquor don’t scare me away
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| But one of these days it just might
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| I’m fine 'til I crash down from the high
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| And I wake up by your side
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| Can’t make up my mind
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| I would tell you that I love you but I’d rather be dead
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| And that’s why, when you pulled this shit before
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| That I’d walk right out the door
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| But I’m back for more
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| I would tell you that I love you but I’d rather be dead
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| Can’t check your phone when you’re out with your friends
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| Not comin' home yet, so I’m gettin' stoned, yeah
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| Every night, oh, every night
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| And it’s a problem how far I’ve fallen
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| I hit the bottom 'cause I keep on callin'
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| All the time, oh, all the time
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| I swear to God I won’t see you again
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| Everytime that we fight
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| The smell of the liquor don’t scare me away
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| But one of these days it just might
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| I’m fine 'til I crash down from the high
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| And I wake up by your side
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| Can’t make up my mind
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| I would tell you that I love you but I’d rather be dead
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| And that’s why, when you pulled this shit before
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| That I’d walk right out the door
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| But I’m back for more
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| I would tell you that I love you but I’d rather be dead
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| Got it bad, sick in the head
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| It makes you laugh 'cause I always come right back to ya
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| Got it bad, sick in the head
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| It makes you laugh 'cause I always come right back to ya
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| Got it bad, sick in the head
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| It makes you laugh 'cause I always come right back to ya
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| Got it bad, sick in the head
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| It makes you laugh 'cause I always come right
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| I’m fine 'til I crash down from the high
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| And I wake up by your side
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| Can’t make up my mind
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| I would tell you that I love you but I’d rather be dead
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| And that’s why, when you pulled this shit before
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| That I’d walk right out the door
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| But I’m back for more
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| I would tell you that I love you but I’d rather be dead |