| Check it, word
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| Let me write this down before I forget
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| Things have changed for me since you left
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| I was just a boy, I confess
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| Tryna act grown and pump my chest
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| Tryna act the part with no screen test
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| Never really knowin' what I believed in
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| Livin' too close to all my demons
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| Livin' every day like it’s weekend
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| Yeah, but then you left
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| It was like a death
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| The aftershock was felt so direct
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| We pried a lock to our treasure chest
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| We sold our memories and went out west
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| I used to blame the system for all this mess
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| But now I ain’t got time to really know what’s left
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| I used to sit at your desk, tryna play pretend
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| But since you’ve been gone, I ain’t been there since
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| I went and chalked it all up to destiny
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| Say «it's God gettin' the best of me»
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| Givin' me gifts I ain’t know I need
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| And givin' you strength to face your worst dreams
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| But finally you’re free, we’ll wonder what we’ve seen
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| We’ll wonder who we are after where we’ve been
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| This for my mom and my next-of-kin
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| Waitin' here, until the end
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| Even when things are gettin' rough
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| Are we just tryna find a way to run?
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| Even when we’ve both just had enough
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| We’ve both been addicted to the rush
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| And still, it’s just the same old us
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| And still, it’s just the same old us
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| And still, the same, the same old us
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| I wake up from a nightmare, look around the room
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| Turnin' on the light there, to double check that it hadn’t come true
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| The world was a cold one
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| Nothing much I could do
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| But call on my one and my only, you know that I only need you
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| When the world turns up any hatred
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| And these other ones act all basic
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| I’ll become the man with no name and my faces
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| I’m just lookin' out to you to come save us
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| So I’ll just dodge all the fake ass extra-types
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| Through the madness, passage it’s extra tight
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| Full of savage sadness that it gets me like
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| «Man, is anybody out here set for life?»
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| I tried runnin' 'round the planet all alone
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| Didn’t feel right on my own
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| And even when the devil come to meddle in our home
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| We know that tomorrow can be gold
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| When I’m on the road and I get you on the phone
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| I ain’t tryna let you just go
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| You’ve been with me since nobody even listen to the flow
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| And I’mma hold you down until we’re both gone
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| Even when things are gettin' rough
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| Are we just tryna find a way to run?
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| Even when we’ve both just had enough
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| We’ve both been addicted to the rush
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| And still, it’s just the same old us
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| And still, it’s just the same old us
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| And still, the same, the same old us
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| Old us, old us, old us
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| You told them way too much to say you’re sayin' up
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| And try to change at us, it’s just the same old us
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| You told them way too much
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| Oh yeah, you told them way too much to try to change it up
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| Just the same old us, old us, old us |