| I’ve been running through this world just trying to pass through my days
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| Wondering what the odds say about catching a break
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| I asked my phone, she said I don’t know
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| She said one day you will too fade away
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| Till then, bask in my glory
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| Got a decade in my pocket and it ain’t coming back
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| A sucker selling content, I’ve been running the track
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| Shaking hands, building brands, posting Instagrams of my cat
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| Christ, you know it ain’t easy
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| Always coming up with something to say
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| I wanna tell you everything I’ve been thinking
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| But it never seems to come out that way
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| It comes out kinda twisted and strange
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| Like prophecies and long dark days
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| Like I used to think we’d go out in a nuclear war
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| Don’t know much has changed, but I don’t think that no more
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| I’m not trying to say we won’t see the day
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| There’s a genocide of the poor
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| It just might come in a heatwave
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| And that’s something no one’s trying to hear
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| You wash it down with liquor and beer
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| And spend the night with someone who’s near
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| And party with the kids who wanna party with you
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| You’re already in deep, you wanna watch for the cue
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| Consent isn’t complex, just no one taught it to you
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| Keep that in mind every day, everything that you do
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| ‘Cause someone might be listening to you
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| When you’re coming up with something to say
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| To keep your mind quiet, scream out
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| To keep your mind quiet scream out
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| And I’ll meet you at the back of the bar
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| I’m asking my old friends «How you doing?»
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| I say «How do you even know who you are?»
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| I wanna tell you everything I’ve been thinking
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| But you’re telling me I took it too far
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| I take a take a ride on a heatwave
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| And crash into the rising sea
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| I got myself a SIM card, it’s prepaid
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| To tell me just what’s wrong with me
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| I asked my latest OS and she said «Pray for sweet singularity»
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| She said come on, get, get, get down on your knees |