Those 3 plus years, I was so proud of
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And I threw ¡®em all away for 2 Styrofoam cups
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The irony, everyone will think that he lied to me
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Made my sobriety so public, there¡¯s no fuckin¡¯ privacy
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If I don¡¯t talk about it then I carry a date
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08-10-08, but now it¡¯s been changed in every..
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When they put me in some box as a saint
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I never was, it¡¯s the false prophet that never came
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And well they think that everything that I written has all been fake
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Oh well I¡¯ll just take my slip to the grave
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Uh, what the fuck are my parents gonna say?
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The success story that got his life together and changed
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And you know what pain looks like
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When you tell your dad to relapse then look him directly into his face
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The seat on your shoulder¡¯s the seemingly heavy weight
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I¡¯ve been seeing tears like this on my girl
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In a while the trust that I once built¡¯s been betrayed
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But I¡¯d rather live telling the truth than be judged for my mistakes
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The falsely held u, given props, loved and praised
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I guess I gotta get this on the page
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Feeling sick and helpless, lost the compass where self is
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I know what I gotta do and I can¡¯t help it
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One day at a time is what they tell us
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Now I gotta find a way to tell them
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God help ¡®em
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One day at a time is what they tell us
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Now I gotta find a way to tell them
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We fell so hard
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Now we gotta get back what we lost.. lost..
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I felt you¡¯d go
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But you were with me all along.. along..
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And every kid that came up to me
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And said I was the music they listened to when they first got clean
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Now look at me, a couple days sober
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I¡¯m fighting demons
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Back of that meeting on the east side
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Shaking tweakin', hope that they don¡¯t see it
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Hope that no one is looking
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That no one recognizes that failure under that hoodie
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Was posted in the back with my hands crossed shooken
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If they call on me I¡¯m passing, if they talk to me I¡¯m booking out that door
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But before I can make it somebody stops me and says are you Macklemore?
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Maybe this isn¡¯t the place or time
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I just wanted to say that if it wasn¡¯t for other side I wouldn¡¯t have made it
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I just look down at the ground and say thank you
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She tells me she has 9 months and that she¡¯s so grateful
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Tears in her eyes, looking like she¡¯s gonna cry.. fuck!
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I barely got 48 hours, treated like I¡¯m some wise monk
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I wanna tell her I relapsed but I can¡¯t
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I just shake her hand and tell her congrats
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Get back to my car and I think I¡¯m tripping yea
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Cuz God wrote Otherside, that pen was in my hand
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I¡¯m just a flawed man, man I fucked up up
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Like so many others I just never thought I would
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I never thought I would, didn¡¯t pick up the book
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Doin¡¯ it by myself, didn¡¯t turn out that good
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If I can be an example of getting sober
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Then I can be an example of starting over
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If I can be an example of getting sober
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Then I can be an example of starting over
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We fell so hard
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Now we gotta get back what we lost.. lost..
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I felt you¡¯d go
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But you were with me all along.. along..
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We fell so hard
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Now we gotta get back what we lost.. lost..
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Starting Over
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Macklemore |