| This could be my last day I better live it
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| Try to hide the pain
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| I always feel it What do you know
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| What do you see Where will you go
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| Who will you be
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| How comes I get so high when i’m so low?
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| How comes I get so high when i’m so low? |
| I be asking myself, how do you know
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| How comes I get so high when I’m so low? |
| Kissing up on your face from the
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| bedside photo
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| My mind racing like the cars out in Tokyo
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| I’m jealous of my lava-lamp, moving in slow-mo
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| And the medicine is a no go
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| But trust issues follow
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| Yes, on my next girl
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| I’m ready, but
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| Oh no, oh no
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| What the fuck is wrong?
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| I never know
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| Spirits follow me around
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| But my friends never show
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| Learn a lesson and you’ll move on
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| And in my youth i’m dead and gone
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| Oops, I mean getting older
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| Rope around my throat
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| But at least it’s yellow gold
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| She got some questions but i never answer
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| She want to argue about nothing to make her day feel a little larger
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| I knew your true colours before anything started, I just like to gamble so I
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| roll da' dice and take my chances
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| This could be my last day
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| I believe it
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| I believe it
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| Try to hide the pain
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| Cause I always feel it
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| I always feel it
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| What do you know?
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| What do you see?
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| Where will you go?
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| Who will you be?
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| What do you know?
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| What do you see?
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| Where will you go?
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| Who will you be?
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| Moving around like a poltergeist up in the night
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| Staying sharp like a soldier’s eye holding a sniper
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| I’m dreaming about the afterlife where I’ll find you
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| Want to be beside you, to kill a little time too
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| Get the fuck out my head
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| Why do I always think about death?
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| I try to speak about it a little less
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| But when I do I feel I release so much stress
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| So where do we go from now?
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| I’m on a highway to hell
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| And I ain’t thinking bout slowing down
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| Running round hoping that we make eye contact
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| We ain’t gotta say a word, but you know that
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| So where do we go from here?
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| I’m on a new road to heaven, I don’t think imma make it there anyway
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| Hoping that we make eye contact
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| We ain’t gotta say a word, but you know that
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| This could be my last day
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| I believe it
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| I believe it
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| Try to hide the pain
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| Cause I always feel it
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| I always feel it
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| What do you know?
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| What do you see?
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| Where will you go?
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| Who will you be?
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| What do you know?
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| What do you see?
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| Where will you go?
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| Who will you be? |