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You always keep one in your purse Just in case you get the urge So if you start to feel worse, a couple hours I'm on a plane Feeling insane Probably traumatised So, say, babe, what's with the face? Maybe I'm drunk, maybe I'm wasted And you know, I can't handle this Maybe I'm just a masochist Don't wait, fuck up my life Lie to my face, kiss me goodnight I swear you know I can't handle this Maybe you should call your therapist I do my best to stay away 'Cause I can't save you every day I'm waiting for the hurricane You're spinning out and I'm in the eye, dying inside Honestly terrified Yеah So, say, babe, what's with the face? Maybе I'm drunk, maybe I'm wasted And you know, I can't handle this Maybe I'm just a masochist Letras de cancionesDon't wait, fuck up my life Lie to my face, kiss me goodnight I swear you know I can't handle this Maybe you should call your therapist You know I can't handle this Maybe you should call your therapist From Letras Mania