Guess I'm doing something wrong Never feel right in these shoes A pocket full of matches and a head full of flames Got to warn you that I'm bad news She tugs me in and then she screams One day you will have to choose Either take care of me or take care of you And don't pretend you're not bad news Come on now I'll take you home You don't have a thing to lose But stick around long enough and you'll find out I am nothing but bad news You can never change where you're from No matter who I will accuse Gonna get on with a better life And one day I won't be bad news Cause it's the same Every day when I wake up It's the same In the way that you Gave me up In the middle of a swan dive And I was soaring down Perfect and slow
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