You were born to decide who you fuck over in your life.
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Sitting in the backseat of a car and you¡¯re loaded,
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Doesn¡¯t add up.
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I want another,
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Wouldn¡¯t have it any other best friend on a bad day
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That I don¡¯t have to call you,
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You¡¯re doing fine without me.
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But you are your mother¡¯s daughter,
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You led me out to the slaughter,
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I can respect that.
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But you are your mother¡¯s daughter,
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Who led me out to the slaughter,
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I can respect that.
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I¡¯m not bored, I¡¯m not pathetic,
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I¡¯ll try harder to forget it.
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I was flying to the moon whenever you were around,
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You were singing back home and I got lost in the sound.
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Not that you¡¯d ever understand, but if you wanted to know,
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You could make me, you could break me, you choose to waste me,
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The only love I¡¯ll ever know.
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Pull up the car to your house, I come out, you come out,
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Unprepared, undecided on.
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Wave that caught my eye, I will try,
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Wave that caught my eye.
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I¡¯ll go back inside, you¡¯ll go see him, watch my body die.
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Broken Cigarettes
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