| Today I woke up,
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| Younger than I’ve been in years.
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| Not concerned with what’s outside
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| And peers, I don’t have any.
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| No one is my equal because I’m the king of rain.
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| Controlling with my moodswings,
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| Throw a thunderstorm your way, way.
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| Drowning girls is a game I play.
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| Today I woke up,
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| More awake than I have felt in years.
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| Not concerned with anything, no tears.
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| Well I’m done with that shit.
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| No one is your equal because you’re the queen of pain.
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| Controlling with my mood temps,
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| Staring at my shoes while running away, way.
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| Drowning myself is a game I play.
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| Drown myself away,
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| Drown myself away, away.
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| Goodbye.
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| This is getting over you.
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| This is getting over you.
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| This is getting over you.
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| This is getting over you.
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| This is getting over you (I'm not tired of getting over you).
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| This is getting over you (I'm not tired of getting over you).
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| Getting over you (I'm not tired of getting over you).
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| This is getting over you (I'm not tired of getting over you).
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| This is getting over you (I'm not tired of getting over you).
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| Getting over you (I'm not tired of getting over you).
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| This is getting over you (I'm not tired of getting over you).
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| This is getting over you. |