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One time for the saints and the sinners You know you gotta put it down like a winner Chances taken, smile ’til you fake it My mind's running all the time And I don't really like anything I find Got time? 'Cause I'm out of mine Had my ducks in a row, now they're slowly falling out of line All day talking to myself And I found that I don't really know me well Flip through try to find a spell Now we’re stated, overrated Now we’re spawning from a special kind of hell One time for the saints and the sinners You know you gotta put it down like a winner Chances taken, smile ’til you fake it None of this seems right Two times for the wrecked and the worried Your tainted mind will be your judge and your jury Chances taken, smile ’til you fake it Sick of it yet, I keep coming back Oh, but I keep coming back My mind's speaking every day Letras de cancionesAnd I’m losing my shit over what it says All day finding brand new ways Like I’m lying to myself and it’s got me feeling kinda cray Another sleepless night Another day where I think I’m giving up the fight Come forth the morning light Now my visions getting blurry Everything is slowly fading out of sight One time for the saints and the sinners You know you gotta put it down like a winner Chances taken, smile ’til you fake it None of this seems right Two times for the wrecked and the worried Your tainted mind will be your judge and your jury Chances taken, smile ’til you fake it Sick of it yet, I keep coming back I’m not the man I thought I was but I swear that I’m gonna be With every toxic little thought I have that’s eating up inside of me I’ve got a reason to carry on and it’s keeping me afloat But any day I can see myself sinking to the floor One time for the saints and the sinners You know you gotta put it down like a winner Chances taken, smile ’til you fake it None of this seems right One time for the saints and the sinners You know you gotta put it down like a winner Chances taken, smile ’til you fake it None of this seems right Two times for the wrecked and the worried Your tainted mind will be your judge and your jury Chances taken, smile ’til you fake it Sick of it yet, I keep coming back One time for the saints and the sinners (Saints and the sinners) You know you gotta put it down like a winner Chances taken, smile ’til you fake it None of this seems right Two times for the wrecked and the worried (Worried) Your tainted mind will be your judge and your jury Chances taken, smile ’til you fake it (Ooh) Sick of it yet, I keep coming back From Letras Mania