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Miss you most in the morning. |
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You're so good at lying, it could be your degree. |
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I never gave a damn about anyone besides you |
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'Cause they chose you |
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Just remember, |
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Vodka under my bed, cigarettes in my purse |
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What the hell will it say upon my grave? |
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Look at the stars. |
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Maybe i'm hurting, sick, and stoned. |
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I like simple songs with pretty words |