Rare Americans - Bruised

[Verse 1]
Anything can happen
Anything happens all the time
I was down, down, down, on my down low luck
I had that attitude like, "Man, who gives a fuck?"
So I take the road, almost everybody takes it
So I take the road, off the exit sign that says "fake it"
I want to climb, climb, climb, I want to carry, carry, carry
I want to grow up, have a kid or two, and get married
So I need to take these fingertips, get a goddamn grip
On this fast-slipping cliff, make a list, load these lips
[Pre-Chorus]
You can do this
You can do this, man
You can do this
You can do this, man

[Chorus]
I lied, I lied, I lied, I lied, was sittin' on the truth
Oh, why, why, why do I do the things I do?
What to choose? What to do? I'm fuckin' bruised
Fuckin' bruised, fuckin' bruised

[Post-Chorus]
I'm fuckin' bruised
I'm fuckin' bruised

[Verse 2]
Anything can happen
Anything happens all the time
It was hard, hard, hard, set back, back, back
Life was a train, I was dead in its tracks
So I got up, and I copped to, and I fucked up and I miss you
Can we start again if I swear to deal with my old issues?
It was a heavy, heavy, heavy situation I was in
Saw that there is nothin' you can do about this, pal, grin
So I think and I blink and I swallow, live to see tomorrow
Many things around here friend, you're best not to borrow
[Pre-Chorus]
You should know this
You should know this, man
You should know this
You should know this, man

[Chorus]
I lied, I lied, I lied, I lied, was sittin' on the truth
Oh, why, why, why do I do the things I do?
What to choose? What to do? I'm fuckin' bruised
Fuckin' bruised, fuckin' bruised
I lied, I lied, I lied, I lied, was sittin' on the truth
Oh, why, why, why do I do the things I do?
What to choose? What to do? I'm fuckin' bruised
Fuckin' bruised, fuckin' bruised

[Post-Chorus]
I'm fuckin' bruised
I'm fuckin' bruised

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