| Holy shit, this could be it
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| It’s bound to stick this time
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| I’m sending my best guys in
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| To keep an eye on me tonight
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| I took a weekend to comb through the accident
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| The moments when our bodies crashed into
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| And damnit, now you drink up
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| Whenever you can say to me
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| «I think it’s best if I’m just passing through»
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| I can’t believe this
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| I can’t deny you, I thought I’d beat this
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| And now I’m, and now I’m
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| Laughing 'cause I was acting
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| Like I ever stood a chance to win this time
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| Holy shit, this could be it
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| It’s bound to stick this time
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| I’m sending my best guys in
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| To keep an eye on me tonight
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| And, Jesus Christ, you might be right
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| This really is goodbye
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| I’ll hold on 'til tomorrow
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| But then I’m gone for good this time
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| Good this—
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| Hey, man of weakness, I got a question for you:
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| Was it off the cuff, or was it a planned?
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| You know, I’m never good at stuff
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| That I’m not quite in control of
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| And I’m feeling like you had the upper hand
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| I can’t believe this
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| I can’t deny you, I thought I’d beat this
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| And now I’m, and now I’m
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| Laughing 'cause I was acting
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| Like I ever stood a chance to win this time
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| Holy shit, this could be it
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| It’s bound to stick this time
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| I’m sending my best guys in
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| To keep an eye on me tonight
|
| And, Jesus Christ, you might be right
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| This really is goodbye
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| I’ll hold on 'til tomorrow
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| But then I’m gone for good this time
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| Good this—
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| (Now listen up)
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| I hope that one day I’ll comb through the evidence
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| And find out who was sleeping in my bed
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| I hope I figure out a name for you
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| That better suits you well than
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| «That Guy That Used To Dance Around The Way He Really Felt»
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| Holy shit, this could be it
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| It’s bound to stick this time
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| I’m sending my best guys in
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| To keep an eye on me tonight
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| And, Jesus Christ, you might be right
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| This really is goodbye
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| I’ll hold on 'til tomorrow
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| But then I’m gone for good this time
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| Good this— |