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I hate when I get left alone I'm sure that all these calls are getting old A short drive, just get me home The cost is nowhere near to what I owe From the back of the car it’s sinking in Like a shot of fear and adrenaline I'm a lost cause with nothing left Can't you see that? My hands are torn up From all these broken bottles I can’t stand, lost too much I know I've got my problems I know I've got my problems How did it start? This episode (this episode's) Got me crawling and flying I'm high and I'm low I watch from afar and make my bеts As you sit back and light a cigarette A lost cause with nothing lеft Can't you see that? Songtexte My hands are torn up From all these broken bottles I can't stand, lost too much I know I’ve got my problems Every day I’m afraid That I might find the bottom My hands are torn up I know I've got my problems I know I’ve got my problems I know I've got my problems Drink it down, I'm on empty Shaking now, please don't worry It surrounds all that I see I’m on empty My hands are torn up From all these broken bottles I can't stand, lost too much I know I've got my problems Every day I'm afraid That I might find the bottom My hands are torn up I know I've got my problems I've got my problems I know I've got my problems Aus Songtexte Mania