Lyrics of Desolater

Fireside

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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 it's true
I'm brought up this way and i don't it know any other way
And it's not
It's not a matter of putting the blame on someone else
I've got to many things inside my head i'm about to collapse
And i guess that if i drink too much
I'll just have to drink some less

It's not a fantasy
The devil's got a hold of me
And it doesn't get much lonelier
Than waiting by the phone

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