Looking in the mirror
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I know that my feelings
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Got me fucked up out here
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Without you
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Now you can call me crazy
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Fucking I'm demented
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I'm out of my head in this bed
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Without you
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I can't go on without you, baby
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I gotta get myself together
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Black front in the sky, falling down my face
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Days turn into nights
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And nights turn into days
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I sip a lil' something, put on a lil' something
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Just to numb the pain
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This loneliness has taken over me
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Looking in the mirror
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I know that my feelings
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Got me fucked up out here
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Without you
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Now you can call me crazy
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Fucking I'm demented
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I'm out of my head in this bed
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Without you
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I can't go on without you, baby
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I gotta get myself together
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She cut my face out of every picture up in the crib
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Put them in a box and sent the shit to me
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Where I now live, dramatic shit
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But that's always been her way
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Kinda what I liked about her
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I sip that red straight up, let that burn be a reminder
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Of the fire that I put you through
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Suffering in hell, what I did to you
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But your only sin was loving this damn fool
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Looking in the mirror
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I know that my feelings
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Got me fucked up out here
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Without you
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Now you can call me crazy
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Fucking I'm demented
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I'm out of my head in this bed
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Without you
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I can't go on without you, baby
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Funny you don't know what you got
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Till you ain't got it no more
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My pride won't let me tell you I was wrong
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But I know I was, though
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So I'm fine with this rigor in the mirror
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'Cause I lost a good thing
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And we don't even know why
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Looking in the mirror
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I know that my feelings
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Got me fucked up out here
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Without you
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Now you can call me crazy
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Fucking I'm demented
|
I'm out of my head in this bed
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Without you
|
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Looking in the mirror
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I know that my feelings
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Got me messed up out here
|
Without you
|
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Now you can call me crazy
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Fucking I'm demented
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I'm out of my head in this bed
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Without you
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Without You
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| Marsha Ambrosius |
