You were on the other side
Like always, wondering what to do with life
I already had a sip
So I’d reasoned I was drunk enough to deal with it

To let me dangle at a cruel angle
Oh my feet don’t touch the floor
Sometimes you’re half in and then you’re half out
But never close the door

But I can’t beat you
Cause I’m still with you
Oh mercy I implore
How do you do it
I think I’m through it
Then I’m back against the wall

What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man?

Florence + The Machine - What Kind Of Man

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