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Billy Lockett
don t wait up
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Sunday Morning hits again
And I blink and think about my life
Bruises on my arms & legs
There's a girl in my bed who's not my wife
I wake up on my self cigarette, as I try to rethink my steps
I dont know who I am just yet, but there's a tiny voice inside my head
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