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Oh believe me
I know it aint right to treat you like I do
Oh and believe me
I try so hard to figure out what I should do
but its true
Im brought up this way and I dont it know any other way
And its not
Its not a matter of putting the blame on someone else
Ive got to many things inside my head Im about to collapse
And I guess that if I drink too much
Ill just have to drink some less
Its not a fantasy
the devils got a hold of me
and it doesnt get much lonelier
than waiting by the phone