| I am waiting 'til there’s nothing left
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| I’m a prayer, all you see is breath
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| I am empty, I am skin and bones, I’m a ribcage
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| Well, I’m out the door with apathy
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| And I’m coming home with sympathy
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| I am realize, I am shame, I choose to stay here
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| You got a sign, so I pay the ransom
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| You felt sorry, so I fucked her outcome
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| Had a nice grip on my life 'til you twisted my arm
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| My arm
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| There’s a song I love so much I stole
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| Every precious note I took, I sold
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| Now I spit out words 'til you see my lungs on the dancefloor
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| To a hopeless cause, I sold my soul
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| A romantic plastic piece of shit you can mold
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| Until I break into chokable pieces
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| You got a sign, so I pay the ransom
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| You felt sorry, so I fucked her outcome
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| Had a nice grip on my life 'til you twisted my arm
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| My arm
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| And I open up like the back of a book
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| I ruin it within a drift, I kept looking (??)
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| I settle down like a rocket explodes
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| Hit the ground while I file every note (??)
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| You got a sign, so I pay the ransom
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| You felt sorry, so I fucked her outcome
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| Had a nice grip |