| Considering all of the shit that you see
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| I don’t see what you’re seeing in me
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| Considering all of the shit that you see
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| I don’t see what you’re seeing in me
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| I kind of wish I was inside of somebody else dream
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| I’m trying to fish for some faith that this ain’t what it seem
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| I mean I might have seen them clouds even felt some rain
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| My eyes are open like a window that’s surrounded by pain
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| I know sometimes I don’t articulate myself right
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| Maybe it coincides with how we hear ourselves right
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| I won’t tell you that you’re supposed to help fight
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| But I’ve got that shelf life if you wanna know what that hell like
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| The knife is open
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| You’re holding it up to your throat
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| The tail light’s broken
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| They don’t know 'cause you’re pulling a boat
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| Only take what you need
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| Everything else gets left
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| But if we gotta die tonight
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| I might take a couple extra breaths
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| I never been a born loser
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| But time got no remorse
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| Watch over those storm troopers
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| They’ll force you to use force
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| But you’re still trying to hold the tears
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| Pokerface
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| Show no fear
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| Lost in space
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| Solar flare
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| Don’t really care
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| If the coast is clear
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| I’m making motions
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| I hope it’s enough to get home
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| This lake is frozen
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| Cold as fuck if you sit on a throne
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| Only give what you can
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| And try not to overextend
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| But if we gotta die tonight
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| I don’t wanna make anymore friends
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| This train is ours
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| We should be tagging and writing
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| This paint was power
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| Now we got jobs in advertising
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| But you still trying to hold the torch
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| Of course we took no shorts
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| With a hand-drawn map and some rose quartz
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| You can meet me at where the road forks
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| Considering all of the shit that you see
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| I don’t see what you’re seeing in me
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| Considering all of the shit that you see
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| I don’t see what… |