My breath smells of a thousand fags
And when I'm drunk I dance like me dad
I've started to dress a bit like him
And early morning when I wake up
I look like this but without the makeup
to take you to the bridge
And you know and you know
So before I'm old I confess
As you think that I'm strong
You're wrong, you're wrong
I'll sing my song, my song,
My bed's full of takeaways
Of fantasies of easy lays
And is this real, cause I feel fake
Oprah Winfrey, Ricky Lake
Teach me things I don't need to know
And you know, and you know
And it's starting to show
So before I'm old I confess
If you think that I'm strong,
you're wrong, you're wrong
I'll sing my song, my song, my song
If I did it all again, I'd be a nun
I'm still young, we're still young
Life's too short to be afraid
And you know, and you know,
You think that I'm strong
I'll sing my song, my song, my song
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Life's too short to be afraid
Take a pillow to numb the pain
You don't have to take the blame
Life's too short to be afraid
Take a pillow to numb the pain
You don't have to take the blame
Life's too short to be a race
Take a bullet and I'm the pain
You don't have to take the blame
Life's too short to be a race
Take a bullet and I'm the pain
You don't have to take the blame
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