| Most of the time, I can’t shut my damn mouth
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| And most of the time, my heart’s too proud
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| I push 'em away, quick as they came
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| A living run away
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| And most of my life, I’ve lived on the dark side
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| And most of my nights, I smoke or drink too much
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| I’ve broken hearts once or twice
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| This time it feels like
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| Living on the edge, falling fast and hard
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| And finally, your life, it ain’t falling apart
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| Like a clock striking midnight you never saw coming
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| But it’s right on time, and it stops you running
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| Leave it to me to play the fool
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| Who thinks numbing the pain makes you bulletproof
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| It takes hell and a lie to lead to the truth
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| But letting go of all of that means holding onto you
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| Ain’t too many bridges that I ain’t burned
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| Ain’t too many reasons you should be here
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| It’s either luck or God, and I don’t care
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| Whoever’s there heard my prayers
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| Living on the edge, falling fast and hard
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| And finally, your life, it ain’t falling apart
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| Like a clock striking midnight you never saw coming
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| But it’s right on time, and it stops you running
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| Leave it to me to play the fool
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| Who thinks numbing the pain makes you bulletproof
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| It takes hell and a lie to lead to the truth
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| And letting go of all of that means holding onto you
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| I’m holding onto you
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| It’s almost like you were sent here to save me
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| And you saved me
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| Living on the edge, falling fast and hard
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| And finally, your life, it ain’t falling apart
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| Like a clock striking midnight you never saw coming
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| But it’s right on time, and it stops you running
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| Leave it to me to play the fool
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| Who thinks numbing the pain makes you bulletproof
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| It takes hell and a lie to lead to the truth
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| But letting go of all of that means holding onto you
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| I’m holding onto you
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| It’s almost like you were sent here to save me
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| And you saved me |