| Wasn't trying to drink and drown |
| But I sat up and looked around |
| Not sure who I am just now |
| Smoke rings hanging on like clouds |
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| Oh, oh, hey, hey |
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| Maybe it was overkill |
| Thinking 'bout what I could be still |
| Dreams hanging from the windowsill |
| While my life keeps hanging by a thread |
| This ain't quite what I planned |
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| Well, well |
| It looks like I need help |
| But I got so many secrets |
| That I don't know how to tell |
| Well, well |
| You can make yourself at home |
| They keep saying it gets better |
| But it don't |
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| Yeah, I thought I would never learn |
| Hope is just a four-letter word |
| If I could I'd keep out all that hurt |
| Now I'm choking on the way that feeling burns |
| Cuts right into the nerves |
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| Well, well |
| It looks like I need help |
| But I got so many secrets |
| That I don't know how to tell |
| Well, well |
| You can make yourself at home |
| They keep saying it gets better |
| But it don't |
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| Oh, they keep saying it gets better |
| But it don't |
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| Ah, they keep saying it gets better |
| But it don't |
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| Oh, now, hey, they keep saying it gets better |
| But it don't |
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| Oh, now, hey, they saying |
| It gets better |
| But it don't |
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