It's the calming before the storm
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Alcohol sits nicely in your stomach warm
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When you wake up hungover
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You wish you were sober
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I dance with the devil and dream with the demons
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Fell asleep with death and fell short of breath
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When you wake up hungover
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You wish you were sober
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Just be pretty but naive
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Anything you hear is what you believe
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Let the rhyme get stuck in your head
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Wish you had undressed me in your head
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It's the low before the high
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It's been so long you thought you would die
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And when you wake up hungover
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You wish you were sober
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And I'll be counting the days that the sun goes past
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With the clouds beneath my feet
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Just be pretty but naive
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Anything you hear is what you believe
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Let the rhyme get stuck in your head
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Wish you had undressed me in your bed
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Cause we were falling apart
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Built to crumble from the start
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I'm a cold metal machine and I'll do things you never see
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Just be pretty but naive
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Anything you hear is what you believe
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Let the rhyme get stuck in your head
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Wish you had undressed me in your...
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Just be pretty but naive
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Anything you hear is what you believe
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Let the rhyme get stuck in your head
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Wish you had undressed me in your bed
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Cause we were falling apart
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Built to crumble from the start
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I'm a cold metal machine and I'll do things you never see
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And what they don't tell you in church is
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Saints are sinners too
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