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I get the feeling that I, I, I I could have made it work out, out, out If I didn't fuck it up the first time Or the third time If I paid attention to your work hours And was there for your worst hours If I didn't Fuck it up Ten times out of ten, she took the fall We took the long way down Hit the—, what's it called? All childish things aside I'm stuck here, feelin' like I get the feeling that I, I, I I could have made it work out, out, out If I didn't fuck it up the first time First things first, I'm just lookin' out for my first child Worst comes worst, I'll make it up on a holiday next December And text you, actin' like I just remembered Nine times out of the ten times, we spent time I was walkin' on eggshells I was poppin' Naltrexone Tryna leave the woman and the drugs alone Letras de canciones I get the feeling that I, I, I I could have made it work out, out, out I get the feeling that I, I, I I could have made it work out, out, out From Letras Mania