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Every Day Is A Struggle Lyrics - Still Searching - Senses Fail

I was the chapstick in your purse, to keep you smooth 

I was the finger in your throat, to keep you cute 

My liver hates you for walking out on us 

My kidney's drowning in a pool of a long lost love 

 

I stole your perfume to spray in my room 

You will always be here 

 

So much for the past year 

I poured it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain I got from 

Your Eyes, oh your eyes 

I'm burning out my bedside 

And I'm rotting out my insides slowly 

 

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I was the hand that held your hair back from your face 

Now I must forget the way you taste 

 

I stole your perfume to spray in my room 

You will always be here 

 

So much for the past year 

I poured it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain I got from 

Your Eyes, oh your eyes 

I'm burning out my bedside 

And I'm rotting out my insides slowly 

 

I love you so damn much 

I'll even start to pray 

I'll put my faith in all your bullshit 

If it means you'll stay 

I love you so damn much 

I'll even start to pray 

I'll put my faith in all your bullshit 

If it means you'll stay 

 

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So much for the past year 

I poured it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain I got from, 

Your Eyes, oh your eyes 

I'm burning out my bedside 

And I'm rotting out my insides 

I'm burning out my bedside 

And I'm rotting out my insides 

 

I love you so much, I started praying 

I love you so much that I stated praying 

I love you so much, I started praying 

I love you so much that I started praying 

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