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Bad night Fresh blood tracking on the train home Red eye Ghosts I probably should've dropped off Shaking like a soldier, head bowed at your door Stop me if I'm rambling, if you've heard this one before Body full of cotton, lips all chapped and blue Tell me that you miss me like I don't miss me too I don't think I'm, I don't think I'm bulletproof I don't think I'm, I don't think I'm bulletproof Stiff drink Walk me closer to the edge now Take the line in my hand, play double-dutch Oh, lover, I'm afraid that I fucked it up, mmm Where can I find the force you fell in love with? I don't think I'm, I don't think I'm bulletproof I don't think I'm, I don't think I'm bulletproof Another convalescent, too skinny for his clothes But you promised no fighting, so I won't if you won't And anyway, I'm tired of how my hands look in fists Of shadow-boxing failure if failure always wins From Letras Mania