| I’ve been gone for a couple of days
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| Long enough for you to know I’m away
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| I know you say I’m too stuck in my ways
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| I always look like I’ve got something to say
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| Maybe I’ve been waitin' for you, to save me from myself
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| And I say, maybe I’ve been waitin' for you to save me from myself
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| To save me from myself
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| Somebody better come and rescue me, man
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| I need some therapy
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| Somebody better call the medicine man
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| 'Cause I’ve been needin' me some clarity
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| Been lookin' all over for something to give me a little security
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| I’m off the rails, outta my brain, something is irking me
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| Everyday I’ve been searchin', gettin' drunk with a purpose
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| Goin' hard on the surface, chasin' worth got me feelin' worthless
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| So I’ve been searchin' for parties to fill up the void
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| I’m crossin' the circuits, I’m leavin' the grid and I’m takin' my motherfuckin'
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| boys!
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| Runnin' from second-hands on a clock that gunnin' from greatness
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| Round the clock has got me alone and
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| In the box wrestlin' with all my thoughts
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| And I need relief, man, I gotta find a release
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| I need to leave, man, break out of this prison with all my G’s
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| And if this sounds, like a stress call
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| Then excuse me, while I stress y’all
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| But this whole verse is essential, for the wellness of my mental
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| I’ve been out here, if you check y’all
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| No forgin' my credentials, and I won’t stop if you let me
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| I’ll just fight more, and I fend off, say
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| Maybe I’ve been waiting for you to save me from myself
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| And I say
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| Maybe I’ve been waiting for you to save me from myself
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| Save me from myself
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| Uh-huh, yeah
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| Somebody better come rescue me
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| Somebody been getting the best of me
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| It’s really been quite a big mess you see
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| My jeopardy’s a recipe for self-destruction
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| I am that one man with my finger on the big red button
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| Ready to press it if it gets me nothing
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| I’ve faced depravity
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| At every turn it’s savagery
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| The way the cards are dealt I feel like grabbing me
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| A sip of Stella
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| My centre of gravity
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| Shifts lanes so rapidly
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| That I can’t help but send messages back to me
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| Like Interstellar
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| What you need reasons
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| To come pledge your allegiance?
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| And come and get medals from me in a sequence
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| That are set up to better your weekend
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| I’ve got plans for us if you could just free me from my own devices
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| I try to turn ‘em off but go right back when I’m in crisis
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| So now I’m Cuba Gooding
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| Just trying to taste your pudding
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| Will somebody show me the currency; |
| I’m sick of pulling
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| These ropes of Wonderwomans
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| To tell I lie, I couldn’t
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| So save me if you would…
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| Even though you shouldn’t
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| Maybe I’ve been waiting for you to save me from myself
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| And I say
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| Maybe I’ve been waiting for you to save me from myself
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| Save me from myself |