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Burnt Like YouYou’ll always be a bornWorn out loser Still blaming all of us For your bad choosing No I can’t watch the same mistake Waiting for the boys to turn out straight No I can’t run the same dog race And get burnt like you You’re swollen in the gut From all those last nights Still swinging vodka punches That don’t land right |