Fatal Flaw Attractions

The A-B Theory

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    I'm not sure if this is love
    Too much free time; too many drugs
    And parking cars in alley ways
    To kill all the pain

    Wake up calls at 4 a.m.
    To find a fix, maybe a friend
    Just somebody to listen when
    You don't quite make sense

    Waiting rooms, hospital beds
    The smell of this place gets in your head
    And reeks of a life much shorter than
    You once imagined

    I watch their eyes cut through my bones
    I pray to God to save my soul
    Watch my regrets rise up like ghosts
    I buried them so long ago

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    Fatal flaw attractions
    Some kind of chemical reaction
    I'm starting over backwards
    I'm starting over backwards

    All the things I used to have
    Cigarette smoke, white pills and cash
    The purity it never lasts
    I keep forgetting

    And all those friends who knew my name
    They weren't my friends, they were my chains
    It's a narrow road, there's no debate
    But my crooked head won't stand up straight

    Fatal flaw attractions
    Some kind of chemical reaction
    I'm starting over backwards
    It's the only way I know how
    I'm starting over backwards
    It's the only way I know how

    All around me, all around me
    I watch everything disappear into itself.
    All around me, all around me
    It's amnesia; I feel it already

    Fatal flaw attractions
    Some kind of chemical reaction
    I'm starting over backwards
    It's the only way I know how
    I'm starting over backwards
    It's the only way I know how

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