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Gotta find a better way to quit the cigarettes? Gotta drink another drink until I can forget Gotta find a way to feel like I'm myself, woah With the whisky came the things that I do regret And I know there were things I should not have said I believe you've already got them written down When the world around me can feel so rotten I am sorry for making you feel so low Never gonna lose these feelings I regret Always gonna be the same old tired shit What would you do? What would you do? There will never be a feeling I suspect All apologies are something heaven sent What would you do? What would you do? I lie awake at night I'm trying not to break a sweat Mind is racing there's no comfort for me yet Gotta find a way to get away from myself, woah (all that surrounds me) I really wish I could erase all the things I did I really wish I had a path to the wreck against I really wish I had a way to cleanse myself When the world around me can feel so rotten I am sorry for making you feel so low Never gonna lose these feeling I regret Always gonna be the same old tired shit What would you do? What would you do? There will never be a feeling I suspect All apologies are something heaven sent What would you do? What would you do? Never gonna lose these feelings I regret Always gonna be the same old tired shit What would you do? What would you do? There will never be a feeling I suspect All apologies are something heaven sent What would you do? What would you do? What would you do? What would you do? What would you do? What would you do?
Writer(s): Shaun Morgan Welgemoed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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