Intro 
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        1,2, now 

Part 1 
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Those three-plus years, I was so proud of 
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Then I threw them all away for two 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 fucking privacy 
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If I don't talk about it then I carry a date 
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A "08/10/08" that now has been changed 
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And everyone that put me in some box as a saint 
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That I never was, just a false prophet that never came 
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And will they think that everything that I've written has all been fake? 
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Or will I just take my slip to the grave? 
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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 you relapsed and look at him directly into his face 
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Deceit on your shoulders, deceivingly heavy weight 
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Haven't seen tears like this on my girl in a while 
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The trust that I once built has been betrayed 
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But I'd rather live telling the truth and be judged for my mistakes 
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Than falsely held up, 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've 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've gotta find a way to tell them 
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      God help 'em, yeah 
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One day at a time is what they tell us 
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Now I've gotta find a way to tell them 


[Refrão]

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We fall, so hard, 
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now we gotta get back what we lost, lost 
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I thought you’d gone, 
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but you were with me all along, along 

Part 2 
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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, I'm fighting demons 
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Back of that meeting on the East Side, shaking, tweaking 
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Hope that they don't see it, hope that no one is looking 
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That no one recognizes that failure under that hoodie 
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Just posted in the back with my hands crossed, shooken 
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If they call on me I'm passin', if they talk to me I'm booking 
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Out that door, but before, I can make it 
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Somebody stops me and says "Are you Macklemore? 
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Maybe this isn't the place or time, I just wanted to say that 
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If it wasn't for 'Otherside,' I wouldn't have made it" 
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I just looked down at the ground and say, "Thank you" 
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She tells me she has nine 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 forty-eight hours, treated like I'm some wise monk 
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I want to 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, yeah 
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Cause God wrote "Otherside," that pen was in my hand 
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I'm just a flawed man, man, I fucked 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 

Bridge 
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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 


[Refrão]
 
Am      G 
We fall, so hard, 
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now we gotta get back what we lost, lost 
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I thought you’d gone, 
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but you were with me all along, along 

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