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[Verse] Hey there, chipped teeth, pour me one more, Got a story 'bout the mess inside my core. I’ve been a thorn in every single rose, A thousand little sins nobody knows. [Pre-Chorus] But you just grin, behind that smoky glass, Like you’ve seen my type come and pass. [Chorus] So here’s to the nights I begged and lied, To broken bones and the times I cried. Raise your glass, bartender, don’t pretend— I’m confessing to the devil but you’re my friend. Raise your glass, bartender, don’t pretend— I’m confessing to the devil but you’re my friend. [Verse] That crooked smile’s got a wicked charm, Like you’ve got scars but you mean no harm. I spilled my truth on your sticky bar top, You nod slow—yeah, you’ll never stop. [Pre-Chorus] A rebel’s church in a neon light, You hold the world just right tonight. [Chorus] So here’s to the nights I begged and lied, To broken bones and the times I cried. Raise your glass, bartender, don’t pretend— I’m confessing to the devil but you’re my friend. Raise your glass, bartender, don’t pretend— I’m confessing to the devil but you’re my friend. [Bridge] (Screamed backing vocals) Sins and scars, etched in neon bars! Laugh it off, pour another shot! Your judgment’s drunk, but I like it a lot! [Chorus] So here’s to the nights I begged and lied, To broken bones and the times I cried. Raise your glass, bartender, don’t pretend— I’m confessing to the devil but you’re my friend. Raise your glass, bartender, don’t pretend— I’m confessing to the devil but you’re my friend. [Outro] Cheers, my crooked smile, here’s to sin— Tomorrow’s a battle, but tonight we win.

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