| Cruisin round with top down
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| Mouth loud young and wild say word
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| So high with your brains fried turn up time that’s tight, yea
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| If I could see through walls I could see you fake it
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| If you could see my thoughts you could see these faces
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| What happened to the girl with her books and her curls that I used to know
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| What happened to boy with his dreams to stars and the world said go
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| But not any more no not anymore
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| We’ve fallen so far
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| You’re just a hollow shell
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| You’re just a hollow shell
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| You’re just a hollow shell
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| You’re just a hollow shell
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| I can feel it
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| Deep down deep down
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| Shaking every
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| Solid grown solid grown
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| And it’s taking
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| Taking hold of me
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| There’s not enough drugs in this wold
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| To make me forget
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| And not enough gin in this cup to rewrite me fears
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| In the streets they’ll yell man down
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| Man down man down
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| Just Another brother layed out on the ground
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| So Run Run Run Brother
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| Run Run Run run
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| Just pick up your things and go
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| Cause your just a hollow shell
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| You’re just a hollow shell
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| You’re just a hollow shell
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| You’re just a hollow shell
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| You’re just a hollow shell |