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idle time is a devil's plaything calculate what's here inside me chest pains and short-breathings a small habit i want to stop what a cheap the whole thing was consider it's over let me inside keep pretending i'm a sober guy consider sober I don't want to lie wont you paint me a clear blue sky been fighting all my life burning words and cigarettes i wear as my disguise and if only you could hear me When I find my lungs empty Want to see you smile again to never tell another lie When you turn your back ill do it again this self-affliction won't be the end When the lights go out i'll be in denial
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC
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idle time is a devil's plaything calculate what's here inside me chest pains and short-breathings a small habit i want to stop what a cheap the whole thing was consider it's over let me inside keep pretending i'm a sober guy consider sober I don't want to lie wont you paint me a clear blue sky been fighting all my life burning words and cigarettes i wear as my disguise and if only you could hear me When I find my lungs empty Want to see you smile again to never tell another lie When you turn your back ill do it again this self-affliction won't be the end When the lights go out i'll be in denial
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC
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