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Small Odds & Smoking
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I hope I die before the times comes
When all I remember is when we held the world in our arms
We get drunk, on friday nights and drive your car back to your house
Well i'm sorry, i'm not always quite there
Do you remember when some girl called carly
Held the door open for me once
I'm still hung up on that
'Cause she took the beating out of my heart
Like all the others, like all the others
And there's a hole in my chest
And I can't, I can't quite fill it, no I can't quite fill it
Well that's me, all over again
I trip myself, get up again
And still leave my laces untied
And I'm addicted to the feeling
Of small odds and smoking
Just to try and pick myself up again
But I let myself down
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I let down myself down
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You ask me why I do this to, myself nightly?
I see it 'cause thought she was a light, at the end of a tunnel
Turn out she was just, another train followed by more concrete
Followed by more concrete
She's stuck in her ways
Who'd fuck a broken heart
I got a broken brain
She took the beating out of my heart
Like all the others, like all the others
And there's a hole in my chest
And I can't, I can't quite fill it, no I can't quite fill it
Well that's me, all over again
I trip myself, get up again
And still leave my laces untied
And I'm addicted to the feeling
Of small odds and smoking
Just to try and pick myself up again
But I let myself down
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No i'm not stoned, I'm Just a little fucked up
My body rejects me like a drug and I
I can't say I blame it, no I can't say I blame it
I spent the winter writing songs about getting better
To be honest I think it's working out
I think it's working out
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And she took the beating out of my heart
Like all the others, like all the others
And there's a hole in my chest
And I can't, I can't quite fill it, no I can't quite fill it
Well that's me, all over again
I trip myself, get up again
And still leave my laces untied
And I'm addicted to the feeling
Of small odds and smoking
Just to try and pick myself up again
And I'm addicted to the feeling
Of small odds and smoking
Just to try and pick myself up again
But I let myself down
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