Well I saw you out last night; you were drinkin'. And it looked like a good time, and now I hear different: how the teeth that cut your lip as you're grinning draw the blood that shows the lengths you'll go not to burden the world. To the hurting kind, you're a role model. It takes guts to save your pain from your friends. I heard things are going well; that's the rumor. But you called to bring me down, so I will know better: how the smile that hurts your face is so tiring; 'cause I know the effort brings only bitterness. To the hurting kind, you're some kind of role model. It takes guts to save your pain from your friends.

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