mostly i sleep it off
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it's easier in the morning
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to shrug off the evening's
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drunken pathetic pleas
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'cause the night's tragic rambling
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is the next day's apologies
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so if you can sit tight
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'till the sun hits the blinds
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we can settle everything,
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oh no.
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turning on a dime
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i just can't trust my instincts
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one day my heart beats with passion
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the next it waxes back
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if i seem a little callused
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i assure you it's just a scratch
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so if you can hold on
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'till the mood swings are gone
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then we might just have a chance,
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oh no.
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baby, i quit
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i just can't fake it anymore
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i'm a dull, jaded, selfish, abusive
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disfunctional fuck-up
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i needed to be rescued
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i'm stranded on myself
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and i can't escape from this island i made
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i'm afraid i never will,
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oh no
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I Am an Island
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| The Good Life |
