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Carroll
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Sticks
I'm sick, like a pile of broken sticks. I'm far, burning like a real live war. I'm losing, every battle that I fight. No bruises, just a couple of black eyes. Even if we're never perfect, I can say that it's been worth it. Even if we're always tired, I can sleep I'm always wired deep. I'm over, looking for clothes in the grass. So sober, I'm never looking back I'm never looking back. Even if we're never perfect, I can say that it's been worth it. Even if we're always tired, I can sleep, I'm always wired.
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